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Seasons Change More Than The Landscape
by Quinlan L GibsonI met you in the spring; love blossoming, committing without hesitation.
I loved you through the summers; seasons growing in fascination.
I held onto you through the nights; corporeal delights of passions calling.
I melted on your sound and sights; planned our life and continued falling.
I softened lost in those enchanting eyes and we were young like morning.
We were unaware of the course this bond would run; against odds came without warning.
We parted in the summer; disappearing as youth in time; you went your way, I went mine.
I met you in the winter and let you crawl under my warm skin in an evil disguise.
Transformed by life you sought me out and poisoned me with all your lies,
before the ground could thaw and the days grew green and lush.
I leave you yet again to drown in your own disgust.
03/01/2009 Author's Note: For Cory (the real one)
Posted on 03/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 03/02/09 at 03:29 AM So is this both show and tell? |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/02/09 at 02:47 PM Good write Quinlan, but love is a two edged sword. There is risk and reward in giving one's self to another. And if we don't see "the other", lost as we are in this thing called love, for what he is, who is at fault? We tend to blame external things/people for our problems in life. |
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