Goodbye, to all that

Sudden on silent nights I
Think of the long farewell…
The wave –
The sweet smile hidden
Beneath a fading sun… All this

Is lost somewhere, this
Day of shadows and rain and
Whispers said to calm storms
That call out on
Foreign, frozen sands. Like

A petal I picked up once and
Stored once in my pocket for
The longest time. I
Couldn’t let it go. Then,
Once on days by cascading
Trees once that hung
With gray, smiling moss I
Found it once again and saw that
It had turned once into an
Old coin I lost once, long ago, falling

Down a well I threw it in
For the best of luck. This

The farewell, the long goodbye that
I had but can’t remember on starry
Nights by quiet streams that told
Of storms and tables and shouts too
Far to be heard, but seen…

Always to be seen.

14 thoughts on “Goodbye, to all that

  1. thefeatheredsleep May 24, 2016 / 8:07 pm

    really lovely


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) May 24, 2016 / 8:27 pm

    The image of the coin thrown in the well… I feel like the farewell resemble a slow sinking, like the well of the Nornes .. somehow a passing of time.. great image.


  3. Glenn Buttkus May 24, 2016 / 9:07 pm

    Time, on this side of the veil, accelerates more with each passing day. Sometimes I just have to sit quietly & reflect on those things still clinging to my memory. Much like this poem. I like the lines
    /whispers sent to calm storms/that call out on/foreign, frozen sands/.


  4. Misky May 24, 2016 / 9:09 pm

    This has such a long and lonely feel to it. A gorgeous poem.


  5. whimsygizmo May 24, 2016 / 9:49 pm

    We do hold on to things, don’t we? I love the visual of that worn petal in pocket.


  6. B. E. Adalgari May 25, 2016 / 12:00 am

    “Day of shadows and rain and // Whispers said to calm storms // That call out on // Foreign, frozen sands” — these lines are lovely. I adore the image of the petal that you kept in your pocket, that turned into an old coin, which vanishes into the blackness of the well. It has a weighty feeling to it, like something from an old legend.


  7. kanzensakura May 25, 2016 / 12:28 am

    I too like that image of the petal turning into a coin, tossed down a well. I could write a small paper on this poem but will not. Such a deep expression of sorrow in the goodbye but realistic and not maudlin. That petal though…


  8. Waltermarks May 25, 2016 / 3:23 am

    Much reflection is revealed here. Does time pass or is it like the elusive coin, a never ending circle?


  9. thotpurge May 25, 2016 / 6:26 am

    Like what you’ve done with the whole “once” upon a time thing.., excellent writing!


  10. lillian May 25, 2016 / 12:24 pm

    Beautiful write — the stone skipped across the water or held within the pocket so long — like a talisman. The coin tossed into the wishing well……..beginning or ending? Thought provoking.


  11. Walt Wojtanik May 25, 2016 / 10:41 pm

    Outstanding, Matthew! These discoveries find a way to engrain in our memory!


  12. katiemiafrederick May 26, 2016 / 5:54 am

    SMILes.. farewells
    used to scare me
    oh so deeP iN fEar..
    and noW
    all i kNow
    iS Hello
    NoW oN
    as the sea
    iS alWays
    fULL oVe
    iF oNe says
    HeLLo fiRst..:)


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