Sunday, September 30

fall falls

Reluctantly I spy into former days at last
summer-loves have gone and past,
so she said back then.
It was an affair of years,
years of exuberance and joy, immaculate.

This summer I visited her together with my wife.
Bonds don't break when your heart is at stake.
For once in my life
I not only take
but let it be,
as is.

9 comments:

Gary said...

What poetry.

What eyes...

Zee said...

Hello Gary -
Sorry for not moving from blog to blog ... and when I do, I just read, I read yours too!
There is something about blogging that exhausts me these days, actually I am exhausted even without blogs; I don't know what comes first, what causes what.
No, the fair lady is not a ballerina, but a (by now) professional musician - piano.

Gary said...

Take care of yourself - find your energy. Keep expressing yourself.

I'll be thinking of you now and then...

Zee said...

I'll try my best Gary - and thanks for your kind words; I needed it now, awesome timing.

Ingrid said...

zee-ster...check out my sunday's entry. The music is especially for you,
Ingrid

lindsaylobe said...

Lovely poem, very beautifully expressed!
Best wishes

Madcap said...

To let it be, as is.

Wise man.

Beautiful.

_z. said...

simple, poetic, touching and wise... as always zee.

Veronica said...

This is so beautiful. And it stings. I love this poem.