A Bitter Fen

BY DR. AGONSON

I sought you by the willow tree,
and under drooping boughs of green
did find the empty place where we
once spent a life within a dream.
We saw a whole future back then,
and now I am alone again.

So long my love, my very flesh.
I’ll stay under this willow now.
The little leaves are all a mesh
of rotten promises and vows.
Under my feet their wet decay
is trampled as I make my way.

Unto our seat I set my path.
Under the shade I vent my wrath:
I thought our words meant something then,
but now I know nothing is true.
So here I’m left within this fen,
and of our time I only rue.

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  4. This is a wonderful poem with a very classical feel, the rhyme and meter is wonderful, as is the ache in the imagery of decay and memories of something better…. I can almost feel this juxtaposed against the Rubai by OMAR KHAYAAM

    A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
    A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread—and Thou
    Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
    Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

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  6. What is it about spending moments under a canopy of willow branches that makes things feel enchanted? Sadly the glamour can fade, and we realize we’re just a person, standing under a tree, alone.

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  9. Remembrances don’t live up to the real thing and the real thing never lives up to remebrances, Beautifully crafted, I can’t help but wonder though, is not memory part of our life now, and as it was remembered as a life within a dream, is it all really for naught, at least not yet, at least until the memories have faded…? and at least… well I seem to have forgotten what I am going to say next. 😉
    Fact is, this is beautiful and harsh. Like Betty Davis.

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