Our best kept memories are made
When summer promises its best heat
And we long for coolness in the shade
The strength of the sun is best played
Pushing us to resistant defeat
When autumn will be long delayed
Each day will leave us frayed
When yesterday will again repeat
And we long for coolness in the shade
Along shorelines we will go to wade
Cool water to wet our feet
When autumn will be long delayed
Strong heat that cannot be swayed
Fewer places are left to meet
And we long for coolness in the shade
This season has never stayed
But is the strongest to never be beat
And we long for coolness in the shade
When autumn will be long delayed
04.27.08
Summer
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 1:56 PM 0 comments
Labels: Villanelle
Walkaway Joe
I didn't want to believe
You would close the door for good
Expecting to see a reprieve
Of the figure for which you stood
You could hold two hearts of hope
Yet never let them meet
Balancing on the tight rope
And refusing to admit self defeat
You walked away from the past
And left one love behind
But it would not be your last
Do you really think God is blind?
Tonight I ended this game
I poured your liquor down the drain
04.25.08
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 8:30 PM 0 comments
Labels: Sonnet
We Will Remember
Our hearts know in deep silence
The best kept dreams they behold
Of a distant place and time
Where we are sheltered from the cold
When the past wasn’t just yesterday
Not feeling the pain of losing you
We recall them with laughter and tears
These dreams that have already come true
You have gone on to that place of grace
Where your soul has been set free
Even though we will miss your smile
In our hearts you will forever be
So during these moments in silence
When our dreams dare to take flight
We feel blessed to have had your presence
In our lives you have made so bright
Ralph R. Simone, Sr.
10/24/21 ~ 04/18/06
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 7:23 PM 0 comments
Labels: Memorial
Far Away Sisters
We were supposed to grow up together
Connecting our childhood to adult years
Even if sisterhood is forever
It would mean more if you were here
Between them, our children are strangers
Long distance cousins lost in time
Unable to savor the other's life flavors
Unmade memories they leave behind
We each live our lives day to day
Caught up in raising them right
They turn into empty yesterdays
And we forget what we saw in hindsight
Too far away to meet
I will never drive down your street
4.12.08
Posted by Poetry Echoes at 5:47 PM 2 comments
Labels: Sonnet