Clair de Lune

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Music
Music is our motif today. You might also focus on any musical instrument, any special song or composer.

In a dim corner of a bistro,
he sips a mellow red wine–
her favorite. Raindrops tap
windows. He smiles a sad
smile remembering. So many years
have vanished, and yet, he has
never forgotten the one true
love of his life. Signals
waiter, pointing at his glass
of wine, now half gone. He will
have another, then another. Rain
falls harder, sliding down window
of darkness.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
This entry was posted in Purple's Home and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

21 Responses to Clair de Lune

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    You never forget that one true love. Sigh.


  2. Sumana Roy says:

    turbulent life of a talented and great composer (Claude Debussy?) is well portrayed….


  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    A poignant vignette!


  4. Jae Rose says:

    What is alluded to is so powerful in this poem.. the imagery soft you could almost miss his desire to reach her again – perhaps too soon


  5. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    This is a sad, sad tune…


  6. Mary says:

    This is beautiful! Poignant, thought-provoking. What story here….


  7. kim881 says:

    My mouth was shaped into an ‘Oh’ for the first few lines! I love the ech-o:
    ‘In a dim corner of a bistro,
    he sips a mellow red wine–
    her favorite. Raindrops tap
    Raindrops and tears – so sad 😦


  8. Rommy says:

    Nice detail with that half empty glass


  9. You do sense that sadness of longing… but I guess it’s OK if it stays with one glass.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Time gets away…lonely sits down and stays.


  11. A very sad type of music…memories. Lovely! Hugs!


Comments are closed.