The Summer That Was

This was the summer I said goodbye to you,
a deep heat, gardening, breaking, causing blisters
in the ground, so hard, I thought we would melt.

Stopping for a drink, long and cool, glasses sweating,
beads of perspiration, despair and a finger of a glimpse
to what a future could or would possibly hold.

To this day, I do not know why, I chose that time,
but as we sat, a wheelbarrow full of clippings,
my shears carelessly left open and the gravel burning

I knew, just as the crust of earth broke beneath my trowel
that growing old with you, was never an option,
filled me with a feeling of deepest and most hollow dread.

They say it is always easier being the one to end it all,
it is not, there are scars, the death of hope and love
the fragility of life, spent wasting on the kiln bricks

that mark a pathway to everlasting lost of memory and reason.
That was the day I said goodbye and my heart splintered
and the stem of the glass broke, shearing my hand

its sweating droplets mixing with my lifebloods, as colour drained
and it was just another heat seeking day, looking for life
and ennui in the death of a relationship that will lead nowhere

Just to gates that remain perpetually closed, only freedom
has the key. I pick up the poor butterfly that flutters inside
this glass dome and gently I walk towards the wind and let it go.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 20:42

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Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
Freedom is a metaphor for confusion where relationships are concerned. By its nature relationships mean sacrificing some of yourself to have one. If its wrong then let it go. There is always a sense of loss when they fail, regardless of who initiates it. One can never replace the time and memories both good and bad.
2015-06-14


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful piece filled with sadness and maybe regret. Gardening seems to create so many metaphors for relationships. Growing, blooming, dying, bereft in care or even planting a seed. Strange really.
2015-06-09


myst_ery
Achingly beautiful..Having gone through such a shocking moment yesterday, your every word resonates deeply within me, especially the part "They say it is always easier being the one to end it all, it is not, there are scars, the death of hope and love the fragility of life, spent wasting on the kiln bricks
that mark a pathway to everlasting lost of memory and reason." Thank you for this piece.
2015-06-08


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
there is a line in every stanza that resonates, this gets to the heart of it. so well written, and so real. again, the light and textures of your words come through vividly.
2015-06-08


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
One wonders reading this if anyone ever is but only a thought we dreamed we held in a moment once gained to be lost forever.
Which is to say, Great Poem Mon Amie
2015-06-07



I hope the butterfly is still free.x
2015-06-07



So,so touching:)
Bookmarked!
2015-06-07