The sigh of the breeze washes over,
This tranquil spot in time.
The words whispered here half remembered,
Like a lover's summer song.
Eventually this place will com alive again,
The laughs, the joys returned,
As soldiers to their wives.
Alas, for now this pond and Her flowers,
Hold naught but memories,
And soon, for I have seen, those whose
Quiet forms have danced on the surface of these
Quiet waters will remember.
And later, they will remember remembering.
But forget, no.
A place like this is not forgotten,
Like a winter morning, a day's first light.
They blend into every lovely sight, until,
They become the same and run together.
This Pond and Her flowers, will remain,
Distinct but undefined, as simple as a
Lover's summer song.
And reunion with this place still holds joy, As wives of soldiers know.
Those who've been here, and all that will come,
Will remember remembering, until their memories run together.
But still I see,
This Pond and Her flowers.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
The sigh of the breeze washes over,
This tranquil spot in time.
The words whispered here half remembered,
Like a lover's summer song.
Eventually this place will com alive again,
The laughs, the joys returned,
As soldiers to their wives.
Alas, for now this pond and Her flowers,
Hold naught but memories,
And soon, for I have seen, those whose
Quiet forms have danced on the surface of these
Quiet waters will remember.
And later, they will remember remembering.
But forget, no.
A place like this is not forgotten,
Like a winter morning, a day's first light.
They blend into every lovely sight, until,
They become the same and run together.
This Pond and Her flowers, will remain,
Distinct but undefined, as simple as a
Lover's summer song.
And reunion with this place still holds joy, As wives of soldiers know.
Those who've been here, and all that will come,
Will remember remembering, until their memories run together.
But still I see,
This Pond and Her flowers.
I wrote this as an English assignment, about Monet's Water Lillies. Funnily enough I never actually looked at the painting while I was writing this. I still got a perfect mark for it, so I thought I'd post it here to show off a wee bit. Copyright Colleen McNulty 2010
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