Portraits Poetry Series #64: Remembrance

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In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image.  With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.

 

Portraits Series

 

She sat quietly on the bench
A book held in her lap
Not that she intended to read
But to distract herself
Should anyone pass on by.
She was not here
In her leisure
Seeking to rest among the falling leaves
To bask in the glow of Autumn sun
As it danced beneath the naked branches
She was here, lost in memories
A veil, in mourning, shrouding her face
It was here that they met so long ago
She sat upon the bench crying
Lost in her own worries
She barely noticed his shadow
Sitting beneath a tree.
He watched her, quizzically
Wondering at her sadness
And when he caught her eye,
She shyly glanced away
Not long after – she left.
From that moment on –
He could not forget her
And he often came to that very spot
In hopes to see her smile.
Later, in Autumn –
They met again at that same bench
She sat there, laughing with friends
And he knew his greatest desire
Was to be the reason behind her smile.
He courted her then –
With her father’s permission
And many autumns passed
Before he wed her on that same spot.
Hand in hand,
Leaves falling at their feet
She, looking shyly away
As she did so long ago
And she hid her smile
As they stood there,
Finally husband and wife.
Years had passed
They had moved on
New parks faded beneath their footsteps
And it was only in his passing
She remembered where they first met.
She sat on the bench
Silently counting the leaves as they fell
Counting the memories as they passed by –
one by one
She remembered the first time
She could barely make out his shadow
As he sat on the grass
Beneath the old oak tree
She remembered her sorrow
And she remembered
How he searched for her
Every passing day
Sitting on this very bench
Hoping to catch her eye.
She wept in remembrance
But she also wrapped herself
Within its warmth
For though he was gone,
He was a necessary part of her life.
For her, he was her reason to smile
Her reason to wake in the morning
And she basked in the beauty she had become
The beauty he had already seen
Years ago when they first met.
Every moment –
Every step toward this moment
Where she sat quietly on the bench
A book held in her lap
Was his life’s purpose
Etching his meaning into her life
Reflecting the beauty
She had never seen.
And though he was gone,
He was never more present
Than when you’d see her smile.

© Sumyanna 2016

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11 Comments Add yours

  1. Ah, what a beautifully romantic poem, Sumyanna. Delightful!

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you sweet Robbie. So glad you enjoyed it 🙂

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  2. leigha66 says:

    A beautiful poem!

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much Leigha!

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      1. leigha66 says:

        You’re welcome! 🙂

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  3. Very nice poem! It’s lovely for you to share!

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much Miriam!

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      1. You’re welcome!

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  4. Henrietta Watson says:

    A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much Henrietta!

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      1. Henrietta Watson says:

        You are welcome!

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