Open Poetry #12 |
A Knight's Tale |
Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Once upon a time There was a little girl Who dreamt of a knight In shining armor Who would one day Come rescue her From herself One day she thought She had found Her dream come true He came riding up Beside her On a brilliant Pure white steed She was taken aback By his wit and charm Easily falling under His seductive spell Becoming blind To the world Surrounding her Some said his charms Were of evil But she didn’t listen To their mocking tones For in her heart She just knew He was honorable She loved her knight With all that she was Giving herself wholly To him alone And promised On their wedding day To love him forevermore Life was good to her At various times But it was never good All of the time There was always Something getting In their way Until one day The knight decided The time had come To abandon their life Together to embark On a life All his own Leaving her there To pick up the pieces That once comprised Her beating heart Only remnants of a love That once burned bright Singe her wounded soul Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats [This message has been edited by Lone Wolf (edited 03-13-2001).] |
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Martha Cowan Member
since 2001-03-08
Posts 240Groves, Texas |
Wow....absolutely captivated and mesmerized me. For a minute, I could have sworn you were describing an occurrence in my life. This was just stunning and took my breath away, thank you! Have a wonderful day, and millions of smiles sent your way! Martha |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Ok, Missy, why didn't you tell me you were going to go to free verse. This is outstanding....it's moving along, carries the reader, no "soul, passion, dreams, as good as those words are, I felt it happening. You told a story, that's poetry! Come on girl, start WRITING. Kathleen Blake "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee [This message has been edited by Kathleen (edited 03-13-2001).] |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Ah hah...you were peeking in my diary weren't you? Have we not all had a knight in shining armour get on his horse and ride off? I set traps now, that helps...I loved this one. |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
Beautiful poem, Jen..I too thought my knight was honorable, but found out that some knights have no honor. You described exactly how I felt when he walked away. Great read sweety! Kate Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T S Eliot |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Martha . . . Thank you, I think many out there can relate to this one unfortunately. Kathleen . . . I just started writing and this is what came out. Thank you, and I always write. Sometimes they tell a story, sometimes they don't. Just depends! Mysteria . . . You didn't see me peeking over your shoulder? Sometimes it's just better to let them go. Thanks!! Kate . . . Very true, there are those who severly lack in the honor department. Glad you enjoyed this one. Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Red-uni Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 192Georgia, USA |
Very good, we do have a tendency to think of people as being good and kind,,,when sometimes it is not true about them. Red |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Red-uni, I believe you have just stated one of life's most important lessons in your reply. You can know someone for years and still not really see them for their true selves. It is very sad that things like that happen in the world. I always try my best to see the good in those around me. Maybe it's a fault, but that's just how I am. Thank you! LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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