Ya know, I haven't posted any poetry lately. A thought has been in my mind today, so I fleshed it out. It's not Ringlets, I fear, yet it captures the feeling within me at present. Hope ya don't mind.
Where is the girl I used to love best?
Waiting with dagger, like all of the rest:
To strike when she’s ready, and stake to her claim;
Waiting with dagger, to slash and to maim
My heart – how it sears
To ask of the girl that I used to know?
She’s far and away, awaiting to row
To the sunset,
On a sea of my tears.
Charles L. Wallace
November 18, 2007
1520 EST
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2 comments:
Hmm. *wonders who she is*
Very nice. :)
Thank you, my friend, and welcome back!
Who is she? Well, poets have an ideal, generally an amalgam of many sources ;-)
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