Wistful Days by Aurora Antonovic

 

Late afternoon, dark skies are growing,
And my wistfulness is showing,
Thinking dark thoughts pensively,
Moodily.

No book can long hold my attention,
Preoccupation too sharp to mention,
Thinking of you yearningly,
Longingly.

Searching for some fixed distractions,
To steer me from your strong attractions,
A lump of sadness with my tea,
Despondency.

Whiling away the hours and days,
To lure my thoughts from my malaise,
Wiping away one escaped tear,
Wish you were here

first published in The Carnellian

image taken and copyrighted by mazaquilt

Comments

[Joseph Armstead]

"Late afternoon, dark skies are growing,
And my wistfulness is showing,
Thinking dark thoughts pensively,
Moodily."

Beautiful. This is truly an exceptional write from you, Aurora. I loved it!

[kai]

this is gorgeous!

[borut]

Searching for some fixed distractions,
To steer me from your strong attractions

Reminds me, among other things, of Arabian Nights and of Princes Dunya (actualy meaning 'the world' of everyday matters, who keeps most of us bewitched most of the time... At the same time, this keeps us in a state of permanent distraction, and makes us unable to experinece real love for our true beloved, Layla - The Night...

[Robert]

Enjoyed!

[jac]

Hmmm. I think it doesn't need a comment, aurora.

[aurora]

Thanks, all.

[Don Iannone]

Love the cadence in this poem. My but how the heart does long...