Dancing Shadows of the Past
By josefina
@josie_ (10033)
Philippines
July 2, 2017 11:27pm CST
I am sometimes touch by nostalgia and melancholy when the muse of poetry bridge the past with the present.
This poem comprises 1/3 poetic inspiration, 1/3 contemplation of life and 1/3 intoxication (33% proof) 
Dancing Shadows of the Past
I wait in mute silence
as a flock of birds
sweep past the auburn sky
bid the setting sun adieu
till next it dawns upon the day
A whiff of jasmine
the gentle breeze
of a lover's perfume
meander through my broken soul
Around the corner bend
she comes into view
memories are awaken
rekindle cravings of the heart
yet with each step closer
pain and anger rips open wounds
not forgotten nor forgiven
A hesitant touch
brush against her ash grief face
the willow tree sigh in sadness
where once we swore beneath it
of a love unwavering and undying
Alas, a lover's vow made upon a whim
like the frivolous moon
that wax and wane
is broken, and soon discarded
Save your tears,
it brings me no solace
nor the scented bouquet
it's sweet sorrow
upon the gathering moss
beneath where I lay,
they too shall wilt
fading into the shadows
of a decaying past
...as I have
Photo image: Pixabay
Dancing Shadows of the Past
I wait in mute silence
as a flock of birds
sweep past the auburn sky
bid the setting sun adieu
till next it dawns upon the day
A whiff of jasmine
the gentle breeze
of a lover's perfume
meander through my broken soul
Around the corner bend
she comes into view
memories are awaken
rekindle cravings of the heart
yet with each step closer
pain and anger rips open wounds
not forgotten nor forgiven
A hesitant touch
brush against her ash grief face
the willow tree sigh in sadness
where once we swore beneath it
of a love unwavering and undying
Alas, a lover's vow made upon a whim
like the frivolous moon
that wax and wane
is broken, and soon discarded
Save your tears,
it brings me no solace
nor the scented bouquet
it's sweet sorrow
upon the gathering moss
beneath where I lay,
they too shall wilt
fading into the shadows
of a decaying past
...as I have
Photo image: Pixabay15 people like this
15 responses
@crossbones27 (52905)
• Mojave, California
3 Jul 17
Nice that is really good, neat how you did the "33 proof" Made me laugh and really enjoyed that one.
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@prashu228 (37518)
• India
3 Jul 17
wow nice one..specially i liked the last one from "save your tears...."
had your lunch by now?
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@Srbageldog (7716)
• United States
3 Jul 17
I really liked this. It has a rather melancholy tone and made me feel wistful reading it.
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@josie_ (10033)
• Philippines
3 Jul 17
@Srbageldog _ Someday I'm going to self-analyse why I prefer to write sad melancholy poems despite being of a happy nature.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for reading.2 people like this
@xstitcher (39022)
• Petaluma, California
5 Jul 17
Nice to see well-thought out poetry.
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@xstitcher (39022)
• Petaluma, California
5 Jul 17
@josie_ You're very welcome, and thank you ! :D
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@Chantiele (433)
• Johannesburg, South Africa
21 Oct 17
That is really an interesting poem, it has a nice flow to it, and so much detail.
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@ridingbet (66854)
• Philippines
5 Jul 17
a 'free-flowing' poem. i like it. it tells a story.
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@josie_ (10033)
• Philippines
5 Jul 17
@ridingbet _Thank you. I'm comfortable with narrative poems although I'm trying my hand at free verse and abstract poetry.
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@ilocosboy (45155)
• Philippines
3 Jul 17
Are you really a poet. This is not just a poem by an in-love human being but by a poet.
Edgar Allan Poe wrote his masterpieces when he's drunk.
Maybe there's relativity between that 33 percent proof and the poet.
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@josie_ (10033)
• Philippines
3 Jul 17
@ilocosboy _Thank you. I'm glad you like the poem. Edgar Allan Poe is among those I like to read. Which probably explains the dark brooding mood of my poems. As for the 33% proof, it is needed to bribe the muse of poetry to share her insights.
