Day 12 ~~ NaPoWriMo

Not here

My love for you won't be told
Hot and steamy like days of old
My mind gets wet down by the fold***
Dream of holding you tight. We can't

Once we were two just me and you
You went away out of the blue
No chance that we'll again be two
That night I'll savor, more we shan't

Wonder if you still remember
Our times, did what we meant end there
Sweet lass, I think of you ever
Wherever you noctivagant**

Nothing but memory alone
That's all that's left as you have flown
For you there's space saved 'side my moan
It's for you I lust though we can't
_ _ _ _

- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Fireblossom in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/fireblossom-friday-love.html
        And
- I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo, Day 12, at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twelve-7/

Notes:
  - ** noctivagant (Noc*tiv"a*gant).  See http://www.freedictionary.org/?Query=noctivagant , "Going about in the night; night-wandering".
 - Fireblossom has asked us to "write about love for someone who does not know you love them. The guy at the music store, the gal in the apartment across the hall. That actor on the screen, that character in your novel. You can write about someone you actually know or know of, or you can imagine someone..."

 - *** You can think of a few steamier words here, I calmed it down at third edit.

 - My poem today is of the Kyrielle form, I found at Lady Lee Manila's aka Ming Liu, Day 12 post, https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/2019/04/12/k-is-for-kyrielle-2/
"A Kyrielle poem is made up of 4 lined stanzas of eight syllables each. The capital being the refrain:
aabB
ccbB
ddbB
eebB "

One Single Impression: Miss (long for)

Originally posted on June 12, 2011



The Friend I Miss

We met there on the bridge one early morn
Admired your beauty always when I passed
Always thinking of the hard life you had
Friend my dear I miss you now very much

You've gone away I'm guessing in the morn
You were laying there lifeless on the side
Brave, you died a death you never deserved
Each time I pass I pause and wonder why

I miss the sight, you watching for a bite
Did you have a family I'll never know
No grave no flowers just a few will mourn
Count me one to ponder each time I pass

Photo and Poem Copyright
© 2011 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
- - - - - - - - Prompt word, Miss (Long for), suggested by Harshad Meta
at Space Within: Attempt to put in words....

Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Miss" as prompt

Also linked February 3, 2015, to the Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Note"
 - Every time I'd cross the bridge I would look for this grey heron. He would sit on the rail of the Hwy 1097 bridge over the north end of Lake Conroe (Texas).
 - Finally one day I was able to take his picture. He would always fly away when I slowed too much. Once I saw him dive for a fish. He didn't come back up so I am sure he went 'out to eat.'
 - The day we returned from our Midwest holiday I looked for him. Instead there was a pile of feathers and legs and bones by the side on the bridge where he liked. I hope it was a sudden death. Probably a truck sucked him off his perch.
 - I wanted the poem to be able to stand independently of the bird picture. My interpretation then would be about a 'wandering' lady I met who encountered a terrible misfortune.
 - It can be whatever the reader wishes. Possibly it might relate to an experience in his or her life.