Our Season


  • Lost Love

    Poem Commentary

    Got some inspiration from a song, so I put a note in my phone. Now I forgot what the song was.

    Our Season

    You have gone away,
    and left me so cold and alone.
    I look at the world around me
    to see what you have left behind.

    The clouds are so gray, so sore,
    because thier sun has gone away.
    The grass has turned dead and brown,
    and the breeze has withered off
    into the dead atmosphere.
    The stream below the bridge
    grows still in the silence.
    And the birds have gone elsewhere
    to build their nests of branch.

    Where have you gone?
    My weathered one?
    Just know that I will be here.
    When our season comes back around.

    By: Brandi Deacon

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    cmlestrade commented on Our Season


    How beautifully you write. painting images with your words. The picture you paint is so grim and bleak but you leave that promise and sliver of hope at the end.



    Thank you so much! I kind of like this one.

    Oblaidon commented on Our Season


    Very nice. You paint a vivid picture. ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~



    He he. Thank you.

    Krystle commented on Our Season


    This is a remarkable write! I love it you have a way of putting true emotion into words that is very hard to find! I look forward to reading more of your poems. Thanks for sharing.



    Thank you for reading.. :)

    Necy commented on Our Season


    In times our wounded heart can hardly bear, we cannot help but hold on to memories; that special love that goes beyond reason.



    Thank you... :)

    deathbysociety commented on Our Season


    Beautiful, you write at a level, that doesnt consist of just writing about yourself. and i have learned something from you today. you feel for other things, not just yourself, and i admire that greatly.



    Thank you. There's more to life than just me. I figured that out the hard way...

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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