She had become his last rose of Summer,
and as her petals fell, he felt a gnawing
in the pit of his stomach. She’d be gone soon,
blown away like the million grains of sand
that powders the shoreline undisturbed.
This love they shared had shattered the locks
and shackles that bound them together.
They found themselves beaten down
by the staff of life. But their love wasn’t written in stone.
It was a remnant now; fragments of a lost memory.
The moon rose to its peak and after
the calls into the night echoed back empty,
he realized he was all alone.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #102
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
Heart breaking, yet so beautiful, True poetry.
Thanks Pard. I guess that is what true poetry is. Great to see you have visited.
Sad. The ending is lovely and soulful.
The story of my life, Nan! Lovely and soulful! 😉 Thanks for stopping by.
Oh, Walt, this is as Beautiful as your webpage background… I Love it!!
Thank you, Henri. It was time for a change. The words still serve my muse.
I think I felt the chill of loneness from your words….
Annell, if you can feel my expression from my words, then I must have gotten it right. Thank you for that.
On a bad day, this one would’ve reduced me to tears, Walt.
Marilyn, I’m glad it’s a good day and your eyes remain dry. I appreciate you comment and support. Thank you.
Sad, beautiful words.
Thanks Stan.
I can feel the ache in these words..a yearning..which i hope which can be healed if not substituted..
Thanks Jae. My heart is at peace. This is just where these words have lead me.
You are right Walt, there is a similarity. Being alone is a most dreadful punishment we have a thousand words to express such grief.
I agree, old egg. Thanks for stoping in
That place of alone, you capture the journey and the place with with clarity that breaks the heart.
Teri, we write what we know, and I’ve been there! Thanks for the comments.
The poem works for me, not because it is sad, but because it is so real for so many individuals. That, and because it is so well written.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Elizabeth, thank you for taking time to read here. Your opinion is valued.
But Walt, I thought love is poetic and forever…sigh
Irene, we always need something to compare poetic and forever to! 😉 Thanks for noticing.
Hi Walt -combining “last rose of summer” and as “her petals fell” favorite sparkling combo in this lovely poem! Happy April – looking forward as always to seeing you around 🙂
Thanks Pearl. Yeah I’ll be around, but not in the usual places, but I appreciate that you still look forward to my words.
The sea has away of giving and taking.
I can almost see a mermaid swimming off in the distance.
Thank you for your kind words on my wordle.
You’re welcome, Jules. And Thank you as well.
Walt, you used the Wordle to great effect. The lingering sadness is that the love was there and now it’s not. I think the whole, “‘Tis better to have loved and lost…” concept really doesn’t work when you’ve actually lost it…. Amy
My thoughts exactly, Ames. When I lose it, I really lose it. It’s never really better. But thanks for the support and understanding. When the love is there, you know it. And when it’s not, you know it more painfully.
This is so beautiful….
I am here after SO long!! Sorry about that!!
inside that bowl, I see the whole world
Guatami, thank you. No apologies needed. Just glad you’re back out here. Good to see you back about!