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Cobblestone Walk w/o the happy ending
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Cobblestone Walk w/o the happy ending |
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IsabelleSkye Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 253 |
(author's note.....do NOT read if you like happy endings!) older, time wisened enclothed in a melancholy air her hesitant step leads her near near the centre of her heart the centre she has hidden so well these many long years she wonders if he'll know her she wonders if he'll still be waiting she wonders if she's too late sun sparkling down in a carefree giggle upon her skin reveals a crisp white circle where, until so recently, a band of gold lay her step slows, for in her vision is a garden a garden, she knew as if created by her own hand a row of lush lavendar up each side of a mossy cobblestone walk a walk that leads to a heavy oaken door a door inset with stained glass pictures of Hummingbirds (never seen in this country) pictures of Columbine and Roses and Wisteria she can't move, or breathe, or think the moment of waiting has passed and her love, her future rests here up a few feet of stone through a door of glass in a house of oak and granite boldly she steps forward to ring the brass bell as the door opens opened by a blonde darling girl with eyes of deepest blue who with finger in her mouth mumbles "Mummy!" and flounces away, curls and all her heart pales in wondering she hears, from the back of the house "Who is it Izzy?" (Izzy?? Please God NO!) her knees fairly shake in fear as she waits there upon the stair the stair she had hoped to call home when behind her she heard the voice she had loved for so long "Isabelle, my GOD! Why have you come now?" turning she sees his eyes first as he grabs her arms and pulls her close in a hug, of tears and joy and sorrow he whispered against her hair "I waited so long, and when ten years had passed I expected you not. I have married and have a child now, we named her Isabelle." she pulled away in pain and anguish hastening down the walk and again she hears that lovely voice "Eric, who was that? Why are you so upset? Eric?" feet shaky on her path she walks deeper into the highland leaving her past and torment behind leaving her heart lying there upon the moss strewn cobblestone walk [This message has been edited by IsabelleSkye (edited 08-21-99).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I was in the mood for this. You did not disappoint me and I'm glad I had that box of Kleenex handy! My sobs are just now subsiding...gently tears continue down my face. You have touched my soul with this one, Izzy! |
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Colin Senior Member
since 1999-06-05
Posts 596Callington, Cornwall, England |
SHIT! PDV, pass those damned kleenex, I NEED THEM! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh my...crying here. This was remarkable, but the romantic in me liked the other version better "she walks deeper into the highland leaving her past and torment behind leaving her heart lying there upon the moss strewn cobblestone walk" what a statement these four lines make!!! ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Emmy Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 194KY |
The happy ending on your other version of this poem gave me such a warm feeling that I wasn't sure if I should let that one go and move on to this one... but I'm glad I did because this poem was just as good (although I think I should consider waterproof mascara in the future when reading poems like this one!)!  |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
I love this. Akin to a ballad, and a very poignant one indeed. |
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