"recaps" poems
You said you'd never leave me.
You were here to stay.
Days go by,
Counting down the weeks,
Maybe you were just busy.
A month gone by...
Yeah, I shed a tear
Still believing,...
You assured me,
You would be back.
How could you forget?
I was certain you'd remember.
Months have passed,
And a little bit of reminiscence recaps.
Maybe, just maybe, someday...
If the spirit is calling,
You will embrace what you said
And you will come back.
This, I believe in still.
Perhaps, I am crazy.
Perhaps, I am sane.
Perhaps, time does not even exist.
In this matter,
It is only of the motion you guided me in
All along.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
*At half past ten when alone with my slice
for you had early dinner on doctor's advice
I miss you darling at the dining table
your listening of my recaps of the day's fables!
Now I have my dinner in an empty space
with none to be teased none to address
just eating in silence on my lonely chair
missing you darling wishing you were there.
If you aren't there who do I tease
who do I sell poems who do I please
my avidest listener most ardent fan
I miss you badly my dining companion.
Comes half past ten I don't feel nice
sitting by myself with the lonely slice
now I know dear it's no small price
to not have you at dinner on doctor's advice.*
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
The month of coldness, the frost descends,
Laziness welcomes as winter extends.
Memories awaken, frozen in time,
Of childhood winters, pure and sublime.
The first snowfall, a childhood scene,
Playing on roads where joy had been.
Cricket in alleys, laughter in air,
The snowflakes falling, a sight so rare.
The fog clogs at night, the streets lie still,
The cold grips tightly, its icy thrill.
Yet amidst the frost, I found a spark,
A memory hidden deep in the dark.
Notifications flood, recaps appear,
Revealing snapshots of the passing year.
Flashes of moments, both joy and ache,
Etched in the snow, like trails we make.
That girl I met, years before,
Her face appears as winters explore.
Forgotten for years, now she returns,
A fire within, as December burns.
Oh December, you carry so much weight,
Of snowy mornings and a destined fate.
You remind me of all that I treasure,
The too-cold month, yet filled with pleasure.
Yet you are passing out, wrapping this year,
We’ll step into the new days, both bright and clear.
Maybe we’ll miss you, but not your coldness—
Only your echoes, your warmth, your boldness
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC