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The Riverbank

November 4, 2014
By Heidi1898 BRONZE, Springfield, South Dakota
Heidi1898 BRONZE, Springfield, South Dakota
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The trees were green when you were here,
Blossoming bright emerald in the summer light
And we
Blossomed too
Sitting along the riverbank
Waiting for the stars to make their arrival
If only to make our love small by comparison
And you
Looked at me with a smile I had never seen
As if the glint of the moonlight revealed
A love never before illuminated

The trees now shed their leaves
Barren from the cold of autumn’s harsh winds
Taking with them the magic we once shared
A secret not even the stars were told
And we
Never see each other, do we?
Too many years of winter, I think,
Caused the bridge we built
To freeze and crack
And I
Still sit here at the riverbank
Waiting
Wondering
If the trees will ever bloom again.
 


The author's comments:

As with much of my poetry, I have not personally experienced much of what I write about. I do believe that this poem is meant of someone out there in the world, and I'd love to find out who! My opinion of this poem is that it's about someone who had something he/she loved and enjoyed, and now that something is gone. The subject is lamenting on how much he/she misses this entity, and wonders if he/she will ever have experience it again. 


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