I watch your profile
as your eyes gleam in the light
creating a shower of sparks
around you
The moon creates a beautiful halo
that surrounds you
making you look like
you’ve been touched by God himself
You ask me-
“how often do you think of me”?
But you don’t wait for my answer
as you turn away
-leaving me to exhale my silent
answer into Autumn’s air
How strange
that you don’t notice that
I’m here just in body
But the moon hears my answer
“not very much at all”
© Vivian Zems
Real Toads
Image:
Jason Limberg
Used With Permission
November 2, 2019 at 5:40 am
If the deer to the right was a female she does show disinterest doesn’t she? My guess is that boyo to the left is moaning about her flirting with other stags! As for the Moon I don’t trust her at all. It is quite fun to imagine what they say to each other isn’t it?
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November 2, 2019 at 7:08 pm
Good insight, Robin. Thank you 🙂
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November 2, 2019 at 7:23 am
I like the way you created a romantic setting, Viv, and then put an expert twist in the tail of the poem. I love the phrase ‘exhale my silent answer into Autumn’s air’.
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November 2, 2019 at 7:07 pm
Thanks Kim!
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November 2, 2019 at 9:39 am
There is a coldness here, which strikes to the heart, more even than the snow.
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November 2, 2019 at 7:07 pm
Glad you picked that up Kerry . Thank you 🙏🏽
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November 2, 2019 at 10:14 am
What a wonderfully crafted poem
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November 2, 2019 at 7:10 pm
Thanks Jae 😊
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November 2, 2019 at 6:00 pm
I can imagine these magnificent creatures having this very conversation!
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November 2, 2019 at 7:06 pm
They seemed to be having a silent conversation-so I went with it! Thanks Helen 🙂
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November 2, 2019 at 8:48 pm
Oh the unrequited affection… yes I can see that in the image too… and a passion exhaled into the crisp mountain air.
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November 3, 2019 at 1:39 pm
🙏🏽
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November 2, 2019 at 8:53 pm
And how many times, do we not wait for the answers? Wonderful Vivian.
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November 3, 2019 at 1:39 pm
Thanks Linda!
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November 3, 2019 at 9:10 pm
If there’s some kind of game going on it’s clear she isn’t playing. I can’t blame her. Life’s too short to waste warmth on people who only pretend to care what it is you have to say.
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November 5, 2019 at 9:00 pm
Well said Rommy
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November 4, 2019 at 5:13 am
infatuation, admiration, love … not returned, not acknowledged, taken for granted is an “Autumnal frost” upon one’s heart.
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November 4, 2019 at 6:01 pm
Thanks Margaret!
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November 4, 2019 at 6:14 pm
Yes, it feels like ghosting…the connection cut without a why..love it.
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November 4, 2019 at 10:40 pm
Thanks Susie!
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