Some moments are so bittersweet
They taste like a drop of honey on the tongue, and
A pinprick on the finger,
The bee’s sting, reminding me that
Beauty comes with a price.
They linger, these moments, through the dawn
Foggy, settling into the valley for the night.
They creep, these moments, culling memories from the field.
Or they startle me at twilight
A pronged buck, wide-eyed; taunting me with breaths
No more to be drawn.
The rift grows, the stitches pull;
Though some wounds gape, too severe to be mended.
And I miss you.
The well you dug in me draws no more water;
The songs we made are still.

Beautiful poem & I love Van Gogh… perfect mix of picture & your words for me… I felt it 🙂 thanks ^_^
Thank you, Kate. Glad you got something out of these words. And I love Van Gogh as well – he gets at something deep in the soul, I think.
Agree… his pictures all seem to have something that captures me… like some secret spell inside & the way he drawn – i love it 🙂 & I enjoyed your poem a lot 😉
Haunting. And close to the bone for me, right now.
Quite beautiful.
Ah – thanks for saying so, Rach. Nostalgia hits me hard, when it does. This poem doesn’t quite get to the heart of that, but it tries. Glad you enjoyed.
Beautifull poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for saying so!
Welcome. All the best.
nice and wise