Saturday 8 October 2016

Autumn Mists


Across the bridge a cold breeze now sighs
Tears like needles filling up my eyes
Autumn mists rising spoiling the view
As I still remember loving you

There you stood waiting all wrapped up tight
I still keep coming each Friday night
And I make this trip come rain or shine
For we met here when you once were mine

Sweet you were with figure oh so trim
My eyes are now filling to the brim
The sky now darkens spilling rain
I turn and trail my way back home again

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25 comments:

  1. Palpably sad. I hope there was at least something warm waiting for you. Fire, bath, dog, anything comforting.

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  2. Autumn mists rising spoiling the view
    As I still remember loving you
    ... as always such gentle, romantic words...

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  3. Misty can be most pleasurable - aside from the needles in the eyes and the inevitable separation... still we can dream

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  4. Yes indeed still dream and remember too - an honest poignancy conjured here... With Best Wishes Scott

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  5. I love it, so poignant :)

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  6. Its amazing how our perspectives changes our appreciation of things, for the Autumn mist which has appeared time and time again is now bothersome to the persona, mourning the loss of his love
    An hear-felt write
    Wishing you warmth Sunday

    much love...

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  7. Romantically nostalgic writing!! Not to mention....yearning!

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  8. Oh that longing of the past... I sense those sliding doors that's closed behind you in "what if"

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  9. So sweetly sad, the memory, one feels the loneliness in the Friday vigil, the solitary return home.

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  10. So sad, but with the rhyme giveing a contrasting light feel. Enjoyable read

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  11. You are the persistent seeker and lover of lost love.
    my heart consistently joins with you in your memories.
    Randy

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  12. Ah, the heart of a romantic. My eyes now filling to the brim. Tis hard to keep those tears back when the heart remembers...

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  13. I still keep coming each Friday night
    And I make this trip come rain or shine
    For we met here when you once were mine

    Most sincere feelings still reserved for someone dear to the heart. Faithfulness unsurpassed! Very touching Robin!

    Hank

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  14. The rhyming and rhythm of the piece are handled very beautifully. Nostalgic and filled with longing, lovely

    mindlovemisery

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  15. You have also seen in the words regret at a lost love, I note. It reads well.

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  16. A lovely, wistful piece - tenderly rendered ... and so romantic.

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  17. aww, this is so sweet..and touching.

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  18. This poem seems to end with regret and loneliness...

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