en mi cielo al crepúsculo eres como una nube
Pablo Neruda
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
the bloody blot on the landscape of how
at the going down of yet another sun
I am bound to remember
nebulous drifts of our begetting
adrenalin of missed beat, whipped cream
apassionata and F minor finale when nimbus
drowned the foetid love rat
yes we have grown old - and apart
separately decaying to the very marrow
line upon line, a limp, sans the sensual sense
of catch-as-catch-can
and how we caught fire
my rogue capture, your tender trap
a muse, always there had to be amusement
til it turned silly and sour in the hollow depths
at dawn you're the dusty mote of memories
the nightly prod to wakefulness from wishes
unfulfilled, like the wasted hours,
like a cloud in my sky at twilight
© Laura Granby 2015
And joining DVerse prompt: Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions
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Love the last stanza ~ And Neruda is also one of my fav poets ~
discovered by chance – have copy with English translations to aid learning Spanish
oh heck – that is tough – the growing apart…painful
i’m just about to trying to restore and safe my marriage – we had a tough time those last years – growing apart as well… there’s hope though if both really are willing to work on things
poetry does not always recount real life Claudia! has evidently had strong echoes for you so hope for the best
Laura you captured the scene beautifully again. I felt the painful memory…the quick beginning of love and passion that burned out and then that last stanza….ouch! Fabulous and it did bring up one burned out relationship for me.
thank you for this great feedback Donna – not too bitter and influenced by love poetry of Neruda