TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 34

The leaves are all gone. The frost is on the ground. The landscape is described as barren - a poetic metaphor for something empty or lost.

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“It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.” Wilkie Collins

Through To You

I write daily to express what I feel,

A patchwork of coloured memories,

Sewn together with dreams and hopes,

Of caresses and conversations long.

Tied to you with these memories,

I no longer feel in the same way,

My longings and distractions,

Are connected to this patchwork.

Smiles are not the same to me now,

As they remind me of your smile,

Broad and assured and only for me,

A gesture of compliance with my will.

So smile for me and we will make,

More memories to bind with love,

For without your smile I do not,

Understand fiction or fact intact.

“For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life - the light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value.” Claude Monet