Drifting Apart
different drumbeats
separate lives
he inhales the wind's song
a static cling to yesterday
held in his heart until his melody fades
life, love, hope circle the drain
aging realist at one with his pain
love’s last aria
a melancholy oboe resigns with setting sun
when two are no longer one
the chasm widens between haunting roars
ceremonial drums on opposite shores
A Florida writer, Carolyn enjoys writing humor but also receives inspiration from nature and people who touch her life. She has enjoyed co-writing with other poets and finds that both writers grow when they share their thoughts. She has spent most of her life as a reporter and a writer for magazines.
So true! Moving as one remembers their own memories. Great write Carolyn...
ReplyDeleteRhoda Galgiani
Thank you, Rhoda. This was written about a high school friend with whom I reconnected at our last class reunion. He hadn't dated since college and I think he saw me as his last hope. The magic just wasn't there. Sad but true. Love, Carolyn
DeleteExcellent Carolyn, I didn't know whether to be sad or to smile at the characterization of your imagery. Very well done. Robert
ReplyDeleteHello, Carolyn, certainly there is much to be said or felt about such a moment in one's life. Sometimes it is very difficult to connect when one knows that spark just isn't there any more, if ever it was there. It may be a rude reality but in the end-result, it is for the better. When friendships end, sometimes it is more difficult than when lovers part, but the realization is rude and clumsy at times. Your poem paints a clear definition of such a reality. Sheri
ReplyDeleteCatching the mood beautifully. A fading energy pervades this piece, save for the drums at its finale...good touch! Best wishes Ralph
ReplyDeleteDear Carolyn, you captured a journey of past and present with your lovely poetic words. Life evolves and as it does, so do we, sometimes we cannot go back to what may have been. Blessings always, Leokadia
ReplyDeleteI am so blessed when I read your poetry, Carolyn. I feel that your soul goes into every poem that you craft, from the thoughts, the outline, the words. "Drifting Apart" helps me to remember that not all things stay the same, but our reaction to these "drifting" things in our life does not have to make us "drift." Thank you for sharing this. Continued blessings! -MJ
ReplyDeleteDear Carolyn,
ReplyDeleteDrifting apart whether be from someone you love or when you lose touch in friendships is always hard in life. You've captured this moment so well in this artistic poem. Always a joy to read your work my friend.
Love Sandra
Carolyn, I really felt you expressed yourself well in this poem. I felt it very artistically written. I was quite taken with these words..."he inhales the wind's song
ReplyDeletea static cling to yesterday" Your metaphors are intriguing. Thank you for sharing your awesome talent.
Love, Charlene
Thank you, Jack Horne, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteCarolyn - a very sad and moving poem, my friend
Dear Carolyn,
ReplyDeleteWhat a bright light you are here at Whispers! Thank you for continuing to refer other writers and for all your kind comments. You are such a blessing my friend. I really appreciate all you do.
Karen
Thank you, Christine Tate, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteHi Carolyn, You've written a wonderful poem, very heartfelt! Amazing how time has a way of closing so many once open wounds we think will NEVER heal! Thanks for an inspiring message! ~ Chris
I was very moved by your words. very well written and expressed well done. my best wishes. Pete.
DeleteCarolyn - How you always bring to life sadness, happiness, despair, hope in a swish of a pen. Thank you for posting. Circling the drain, the music goes.
ReplyDeletejust beautiful
Thank you Kathryn. Life is filled with so many emotions. What we feel at the time we write each poem brings each emotion to the reader. Many thanks for all those who read this poem. Love, Carolyn
DeleteThank you, Eleanor Michael, for the following comment--
ReplyDeletePain of parting. Not there yet? I like the "melancholy oboe" line.
Carolyn,this is a poem one can read ,relate to and warm up to.Three words to describe it: lovely, realistic,honest.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Suzanne Clement, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad poem, Carolyn.
Suzanne Clement
Thank you, John Williams, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteYour work is always inspiring. Yes, I agree... It seems we are of the same mindset. It would be nice to collaborate with you on a poem. Thank you for the suggestion.
Thank you, Richard Sponaugle for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteOutstanding use of language, haunting and fascinating, a pleasure to read.