The day has ebbed to a crisp warmth
With dusk fast approaching
The sound of silence echoes in our midst
The evening chill gives me goose bumps
And my strength is drained and winding down
By this unending feud that dwells within us
Food has become tasteless and stale
My succour has drifted to a glass of daily sangria
And satisfaction glued to the television set
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Ours was a special kind of love
Precious and sweet and witty
Until the worms crept into our hub
And sucked the intensity of our passion
Leaving us slackened between the sheets
Come, let’s trace this lull that dims our light
Come, let’s trace back our misguided steps
That quietens the laughter that once was heard
Come, let’s return to our promise of an unfettered joy
The assurances of an undiluted bond
The vow we once declared in love
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Submitted for the Daily Prompt – Trace.
Peace and Love!
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Very nice!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Ohh, I love this. Well done! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you so much. I appreciate. 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WOWIE-ZOWIE1 SOUND ALL TOO FAMILIAR. WELL-DONE…AND YES…THERE IS HOPE AS THIS EXPRESSES!
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TRACING things backward to do and love the way we used to! And THEN that “slackness–what a delicate and descriptive way to say it—is replaced with “rock hard passion” (sorry!) 🙂
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That will change the intent of the poem.
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I know—I’m sorry–just making comments! I assumed too much—that the blip of hope at the end might lead to renewal. Relations do die…despite our best efforts.
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Yes, but the word ‘slackened’ depicts the enormity of the strain in the relationship. Of course the narrator is asking for a truce so that they can return to the status quo they once enjoyed.
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Understood. I misinterpreted what the poem was trying to say. And it won’t be the last time for me, or anyone else—! People don’t always “get” what message I’m trying to get across, either! It’s a challenge for me—for next time! 🙂
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Lol. I understand. Poetry is a difficult language to understand sometimes. Only a writer/poet can interprete their poems accurately. So no worries with this. 🙂
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GOOD DEAL. 🙂
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