The skies weep on the airport
bidding melancholy farewell
to the time of aggregation.
On my return drive, troubled skies glower,
containing their tears while
eagles, ospreys, and hawks wheel
on rising wind born of wistful anamnesis.
At home a beam of sun light
glows at my door, grateful
It is always bittersweet on the last day of a gathering, as participants return home. Graduation celebration, weddings, funerals, conventions, conferences, camp. The greater the anticipation of the event, the more melancholy the ending.
I will treasure fond memories of Word on the Lake 2014. 43 hours of conference, anticipated for 572 days = 1.2 days of anticipation per hour of experience! 🙂
Sometimes, the ending remains a clear memory, while the middle disappears. Do you have any poignant endings that you hold in your heart?
[ Smiles ] I LOVE your poetry!
Don’t say you here in the big coastal city, without face to face hello, disappointment would fall on my heart! Opening the door to see your love, would any person understand the true meaning…
Nope. We hosted lots of coastal people here this weekend, though! What a fantastic conference! I even got my handsome hubby to the banquet in his Italian suit. Va va voom! 😉 I think he understands the true meaning.
you two must have been a pair!
Lots of gossip for poetry?
Life is poetry
“Sometimes, the ending remains a clear memory, while the middle disappears.” – So true
As I wrote it, I was thinking that the beginning and the endings of so many moments are clear in mind, though I’ve lost the middles of them. I suppose that the emotional intensity of start/finish is behind it.
Endings are all poignant, at least for me as I hate goodbyes. Very nice poem. Thank you for sharing Shawn. 🙂
My pleasure. Thanks for coming, Grace.
You’re welcome 🙂
“The greater the anticipation of the event, the more melancholy the ending”
So true, in my experience. I often feel that way when I return home for a visit with family.
Yes. I don’t find it with family within 8 hours drive, but leaving my family and friends from my exchange student time in Finand is painful all over again.
Yes. Saying goodbye to my family the rare times I get to visit them because I never know when next we will see each other being nearly 1,000 miles away.
the heart mmm!
those hidden thoughts
the forgotten pots
time dwells in swell
taking some memories away
leaving behind residues
leaving us behind
wondering what that
missing thought is
then in the end
some realize what it was
while others may
just ponder into death…
Thank You – but I was only replying to the question 🙂