The Table Awaits


A table


Music plays
sets the background scene.

Past echoes reach beyond
the black and white of yesterday
into vivid colour.

The river still runs
in perfect symmetry with my
inner rhyme and
In cascading light
that falls silent, upon
my melancholy
a gentle spirit
(I know so well)
swishes across tree-tops
comes in whispering

(It will be okay)

Plays the dancing leaves
to ease that familiar ache
on the softest evening sigh
returns to the heart once more
its poignant memory.

Ah yes,
little I ask, my wants are few
and the table



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Just some poetic expression wanting to make itself heard.

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39 thoughts on “The Table Awaits”

  1. This is almost too special to comment on. I don’t wish to disturb anything in the hush of the poem or the wind through the treetops. In the midst of the everyday there is a place where we can float among blessed memories. Lovely, lovely.

  2. Oh, this is so beautiful, filled with hope. Dancing leaves,” “…cascading light” These images make this lovely poem very visual.


  3. Stunning, Daydreamer…Gorgeous image and even more bautiful words expressing the weight of yearning
    Great write as always

  4. Simply Beautiful, Bren, and your image inspiring. Your type of writing reminds me much of my own in its’ prose fashion here. Thank You!

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