Last twitch

There a flower grows
The yellow heat pours down
From a blue sky, soft rain patters staccato against leaves
The soft loam, smelling clean. Fresh earth and the crisp green of new growth
Fronds reaching out to the blue. Sun pounding down they drink their fill
Dew soaked grass, orange gold sunset and the failing light
The first blush of the darkness found amidst deepening shadows
Soft hushed, sounds quiet, the garden cools in the night air
The stars shine. While across the sky meteors fall like tears
The triumphant moon, full and ripe, arcs ascendant in a loving sky


This is the poem I wrote as my last relationship was ending. I wrote a each line in remembrance, over a period of 20 days, as I do not walk away. But It was over. Eventually, when other romance looms heavy, even I must shutter the past. As I did today. Not everything beautiful lasts forever. But sometimes that ending marks the beginning of something better.

3 thoughts on “Last twitch

  1. mala June 14, 2016 / 11:15 am

    …. there’s that never walk away thing again… why does it worry me so much?

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    • Pelgris September 27, 2016 / 8:34 am

      My guess is that you are aware of how bad a relationship can turn and staying, not walking away when it is damaging, is what you see when I say I don’t walk away. But if I am betrayed, I will discuss it, then break off the relationship, if we can’t figure out and correct the why. I just think that we walk away at the slightest bump in the road. We run when things get hard and relationships are hard. Lasting relationships, doubly so.


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