Treasure Island

Jinge Norvall

(Bulawayo)

Heartsong


It was the last of summer
when joyous you came to me;
As evenings cooled
and russet autumn hues began to show..
the skies were blue and perfect as the days were long,
and in my soul I knew this was our heartsong.
Hungrily we sought our love,
feasting on our need;
We laughed, we ate, we drank, we danced..
for long lost years to bridge.
And now in winter's frosty chill
your absence is a shard
piercing summer's afterglow
around this lonesome heart.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012
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A poem written for the love of my life

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  • Deo Inji (8/3/2012 2:46:00 PM)

    I like how you used the three seasons, and associating the natural feelings that come with them. The 'Heartsong', appears at the last of summer, when autumn begins to set in the mood for the 'Heartsong' beautifully...dancing with the lingering fun that summer just left. And then the bitter winter brings its harsh coldness, depicting loneliness & longing. Beautifully written. (Report) Reply

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