I have forgotten about you lately,
forgotten how you smell on that afternoon,
and forgotten all about those jocund pineapples.
I pretended to be a captain of a Man-o-War --
a perennial grass amongst
prairies and masterpieces of nature.
Your echoing footsteps --
camped on those lonely alleyways...
Days were starting to get anxious.
I saw you yesterday
still wearing that eerie smile
and mellifluous laughter.
but your presence still managed
to play my heartstrings
and conform the sadness
I was feeling
while watching you
walking away from me.
everything was becoming
The Void Century,
nostalgia was trying to
engulf the day --
9:00 AM and
it was just so sad.
It would be
so much better with you.
I loved the vocabulary in this poem and the imagery is stunning here. I am sorry that you have lost someone close to you, but that is what makes poetry writing great, we can let our feelings flow free.
6 years ago
by Ben Pickard
This poem instantly grabbed me because of that lovely old word "jocund" which always reminds me of the Wordsworth poem "I wandered lonely as a cloud" which is where I first came across it!
Anyway, A wonderfully written piece with some lovely imagery.