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| Open Poetry #10 |
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Capecod across the Bay |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869
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So close.. but so far away < !signature-->over the cobblestone bridge from your capecod on the bay I wish i could call you but hear you found another maybe i should not have come afraid to dial your number i want to hear your voice your voice say hello What if she answers ? i know my tears will flow What would you say if you knew i am across the bay? standing beneath a lantern under midnight skies of grey Standing in the rain your picture in my hand i know this is silly but your memory i cannot band Maybe if you knew.. i am just across the bay you will tell me you love me and beg me to stay I heard you walk your German sheperd the same time every night maybe you will remember me in the midnight lantern light and remember the nights under the moonlit skies when you held me in your arms not wanting to say good bye I think i see you your shadowy figure walking across the bridge yes..yes i do.. walking closer..closer... in the violet fog hue I know it is you your shamble walk is just the same.. i will pretend i dont know you in the aura of this lantern flame You smile and walk by my tears start to flow my heart says good bye "oh NO.. Wait..DONT GO" You stop and turn around you walk closer to me closer.. my heart pounds i say "yes it is me" Your sapphire eyes look into mine while memories of our love.. rewind back in time "You should have been mine" you say as you take my hand searching my finger for a gold wedding band In the midnight rain the memory of your kiss upon my lips in the night rekindles our love beneath the lantern light The rain drizzles down upon the cobblestone bridge just like back then across from your capecod if only for a moment you are mine once again A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) [This message has been edited by Victoria (edited 11-16-2000).] |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
this is captivatin i liked it yuh |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Great love story..I think you can write a novel out of this one you've already got connection and conflict...well on your way ..I'll buy one and write another poem about it.....write on!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
In the midnight rain the memory of your kiss upon my lips in the night rekindles our love beneath the lantern light The rain drizzles down upon the cobblestone bridge just like back then across from your capecod if only for a moment you are mine once again ============ Victoria, this is very well done... your imagery is so well written I could feel the rain and hear the sounds of the cobblestones... excellent work take care jm |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
walt..glad you like walt..thanks for peeking in..  ethome..actually this a true story..happened to my mom..thank you for reading ethome. janet marie...thank you so much..nice of you to stop by.. ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Victoria I love this story...reminds me of one of my own that I was attempting to write...however mine does not have a happy ending...always admire someone that musters up the strength to try again to save beautiful moments in their life...James |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
im so glad you like it james..a true story..thanks for taking the time to read.. ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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