Lost I may yet reach my goal . . . Without finding all that I seek . . . I may still be made whole.
Sweet, soft whispers
Screaming through my quiet
I don’t want to hear it
I refuse to believe it
Go away
Gentle, warm sunrise
Shattering my darkness
I don’t want to see it
I refuse to accept it
Go away
Your impression on my flesh
Another promise soon broken
Your convergence with my soul
Another heartache to hurt me
I’ve felt all this before
I know it can’t last
Just a matter of time till
You go away
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October 19, 2009 at 3:18 am
oracleofthepearl
Piercing and poignant, equally. Nice work, D.
[Hmm, I actually hear a whisper of a melody here. Love when that happens. Is there a musician in the house?]
October 22, 2009 at 6:20 pm
cordieb
I love this poem; it speaks what many of us feel when something feels too good to be true. What makes us feel we are not worthy of something good??? Surely, we are worthy of love, for we are loving women. Many times our expectations carve our reality. Let’s change all the negatives to positives, and simply let it be.
Peace, Light and Love, C.
October 26, 2009 at 3:41 pm
lady maggie
i particularly like how you folded back the soft tender dreamy sentiments of the first line of each of your stanzas bent over on the hard harsh realities exposed in your second lines, so very artfully and as painfully setting up the one-two in your closing stanza, along with the shift from the imperative to the expected realization, all of this closes in on me in the best of ways —l.m.