I lie awake as night after night passes me
by, bathed in shadow of dreary moonlight.
Sweep not these streets of covet and pain,
fear not tales buried beneath. Tender, is
the ghost of lover long gone, leaving abaft
memories subtle as rose-colored smoke ―
Photo credits: www.writingwolf.deviantart.com
Posted for Quadrille 26 @ dVerse Pub
and on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads
60 Responses
memories subtle as rose-colored smoke ― beautiful…
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like the idea that the ghost of a lover is tender appearing like “rose-colored smoke”.
Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Oh that memory… the lover gone… what a bittersweet ghost!
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I got here at last, Sanaa! The red rose and the romantic Quadrille are just perfect for Valentine’s day, and I love the thought of
‘the ghost of lover long gone, leaving abaft
memories subtle as rose-colored smoke’.
Aww!❤️ Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Happy Valentine’s Day to you too ❤️
Love the use of the word “abaft”! “Memories subtle as rose-colored smoke” … lovely!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so nice to see you ❤️
Sigh….subtle as rose-colored smoke. 🙂
Thank you so much, Lillian 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is like a romantic dream, all pink smoke and ships sailing off into the mist. Gorgeous.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Ghost of the lover long gone…sad but loving that rose-colored smoke ~
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A lovely, romantic & a bit melancholic piece, rife with terrific word-smiting. I liked the line /fear not tales buried beneath/.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I can feel the loss of a lover gone – in rose colored smoke…left in the haze of what was…
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Truedessa 🙂
subtle. tender.
Thank you so much, Angie 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love, ‘rose-colored smoke.’ Abaft is a new word for me. Thanks, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so nice to see you ❤️
Tender, is the ghost of lover long gone,
leaving abaft memories
One may long for a loved one or may be troubled incessantly of their absence!
Very true Sanaa!
Hank
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Hank 😀
Such melancholia… so real. For few things leave a bigger hole in our days, nights, hearts… than a lover who is no longer with us… or ours.
Beautifully bittersweet, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Just in time for Valentines…did you mean “awaft” (not abaft)?
Thank you so much, Lynn 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️
PS: Definitely abaft 🙂
Dreamlike – esp rose coloured smoke.
Thank you so much, Mosk 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
awww this is just lovely, Sanaa 🙂
love the last part:
Tender, is
the ghost of lover long gone, leaving abaft
memories subtle as rose-colored smoke
Thank you so much, Ladylee 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love that rose coloured smoke..
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
better that memories of long gone lovers are Tender than not…beautiful as ever.
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
aw, your words make me so nostalgic for things i’ve lost as well, particularly love.
Aww! It saddens me to hear of lost love.. I pray of better things for you! ❤️
Awww…
❤️
Beautiful piece. Abaft is a new word for me…always good to expand my vocabulary! 🙂
Thank you so much, Bryan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This prompt seems to have brought out a slew of new (to me) or less popular words. I have never heard the word “abaft” before. I love learning new words, so thank you. I like the poem overall as well.
Thank you so much, Linda 🙂 good to see you ❤️
“Rose-colored smoke” is just a beautiful, ethereal way to describe the touch of wonderful memories. Reminds me of the term, “looking through rose-colored glasses.” I use to have a pair if pink-lensed sunglasses and the world always looked rosy, even on a dull, grey day. 🙂
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Olga 🙂
Love leaves but doesn’t use an eraser.
Indeed! Thanks for stopping by, Susie ❤️
It’s all beautiful, but oh, that last line! Gives me the right kind of shivers.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A beautiful poem. For some reason I particularly like ‘sweep not these streets of covet and pain’
Thank you so much, Janice 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
loved the last line….there is a magic in it…!
Thank you so much, Sreeja 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Those darn ex-lovers. They crop up when you least expect it and are the worst of all. Beautiful writing.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Victoria ❤️
Lovely piece as always, Sanaa. 🙂
Thank you so much, Imelda 😀 so good to see you ❤️