Love Gone Love Gone. Poem by Ann Beard
Love Gone Love Gone.
Even In sleep the old man weeps,
his heartbeat a throb, love gone - love gone.
Each moment too long since he held her tight,
swaying heart to cheek to his favourite song.
He carries the burden of mournful flight,
swooping and gliding - the highs - the lows.
To tearfully soak through the solace of wit,
whistle through lungs and in-between toes.
Day after day the old man weeps,
his footsteps echo - love gone - love gone.
The sun burns an imprint of dust on his face
There is no-one to lay his heart down upon.
At dusk unfamiliar shadows brush past.
he curses the moon so whole and bright.
screams - at the stars that continue to shine.
asks again, and again, who gave them the right.
One night in his bed the old man slept
his pulse wants to race love gone - love gone,
Then a peaceful smile crept over his face,
and he willed himself follow, go on - go on.
Roan Jan 2009
Thank you Ann. It almost seems as if you wrote this for me. It really touched my heart. You really understand. Love and pain. GW62
Another new fan for your poems Ann - - and so glad to have found this - - you have both metre and rhyme just right and the narrative pulls hard at the heartstrings of the reader....... a first for me with your work but certainly not the last.... look forward to reading more soon....... greetings from Fay...xx
Absolutely delightful. Your composition a wonderful concept and the meter just sings to me. You know, free verse is the 'in' thing with lack of structure in society now, but bring back rhyme, and the discipline required to get through life. Excellent....I am so glad I found you Ann.....Karin Anderson
This is a wonderful write Ann, tender and deeply touching. Best wishes, Andrew
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4/20/2024 10:12:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree with Dream Catcher... a sad poem so beautifully written and it reminds me of when my mother died; my dad was quite ill at the time but he went three years after her, I think he couldn't wait to follow her!