Open Poetry #48 |
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Afar |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California ![]() |
Afar The sun setting – the skies on fire, She saw his eyes full of desire. And there I walked, silent and cold, From a past I could never hold. ..To face a world, bleak and lost, Knowing forever was the cost That I would pay, most willingly, For hurting her, who so loved me. ...To wish upon some fallen star, I would still watch, if from afar; That sang to me once, long ago, Back when the night sky used to glow. ...Back when I held her in my arms, And she could not refuse my charms. ...Back when her heart still skipped a beat Every time that our lips would meet. ...Back when the world mattered not, For in her eyes that dream was caught. That dream that never would come true – One single soul, blended from two. And as the sky began to rain, I became witness to the pain That loving me accounted her. And there my soul began to stir. ‘Twas there, with doubt accosting me, I took the love she gave freely; And broke a heart of solid gold With silent lies – with truths untold! And so I walked away that night, Embraced my path across this blight... Thinking of her, who thought of him; Who looked like me, with eyes grown dim. Michael Anderson |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Damn, Michael you just wrote and posted my poem. I have lived every line of this well-constructed, neatly rhyming poem. I sired two children by her. In 2008 one of those children tracked her wayward father down. Too late for me to attempt my feeble attempts at "setting thing right," because she had died seven years before. I think of her daily. ~*~ I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time. ~*~ |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
I have a pregnant daughter at home right now who's significant other is, I'm sure, experiencing the beginnings of something like this, what you write in your poem, but, at least, he's going to the doctor's appointments with my daughter and seeing the embryo's development, etc. etc. Wrapping your head around being a Father. That's a big deal. A real big deal. It really is, and I do think he's trying. There's always hope. Thanks for writing this poem. Enjoyed! ![]() |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
This is fine writing...one of your best...James |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Wow! Another good one, enjoyed! Kat >^..^< |
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