End of an Era

I always felt she epitomised
the end of an era
Like a queen surveying
her own jazz age
She was born out of time
A moment too late
Like an exclamation mark
to remind us of former days
that never existed
We only dreamed they did
And she our patron
and our guide in this
The end of an era

Her deep intelligence
behind sky blue eyes
portrayed such endings
and beginnings
she had yet to realise
And there’s a mournful melody
I recall when I’m alone
And it seems to wear her face
And it seems to have her tone
As though I saw her in that moment
she turned to smile goodbye
At the end of an era
At the end of a sigh

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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16 Responses to End of an Era

  1. Skye says:

    This is so pretty. Love it. Is it for someone specific? You do not have to say if that is too private. Hugs, Sis!

  2. Reminded me of my grandmother. Thank you.

  3. She was born a moment loo late… like an exclamation mark… great comparisons in this poem!

  4. I thought it was a puzzle, like someone I should know from history class or the news. I felt relieved when I read the comments. πŸ™‚

  5. This is very beautiful. Enjoyed reading it. Take care and have a lovely weekend.

  6. Beautiful Helen you made me love her too =)

  7. jrosenberry1 says:

    So beautiful ….. so beautiful.

  8. Beautiful piece I enjoyed this very much thank you.

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