Open Poetry #18 |
Putting it Right. |
Ven Member
since 2001-10-01
Posts 102U.K. |
Putting it Right. Quintisentially an English rose, with skin unblemished porcilian white, In an age and tear stained Victorian dress, She endlessly wandered the lonely night. Awaiting what purpose? I heared you ask In these cases, the answer is always the same. She seeks the soul of a long lost love, for who's untimely end, she shoulders the blame. And so, entirely for this she blames herself? Oh yes, and in truth, quite justly so. For, twas her beytrayal that incited the duel. Twas her that said nothing, and watched him go. Asleep in her room, as he met his fate. yet now, no rest, to no peace she'll be laid. In grief she searches, to seek his forgivness and wander she must, till her debt is paid. Convinced she'll be able, to set the past right This weeping spectre of alabaster pale, exists in the certain knowledge that, forgive he will, for love cannot fail. Oh so many of our yesterdays harbour a wrong, That with future's knowledge, we would not do but to change a day, from your distant past if given the chance, right now, ... would you? By Ven. |
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J. K. Mitchell Member
since 2002-01-12
Posts 311GA |
Sad, touching, and beautiful. Excellent! |
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