I feel your head on my shoulder,
your ribs on my arm,
your breath on my hand
I hear your soft, gentle laughter,
the flow of your voice
from the spring of your heart
But all I hold is a pencil,
some trig on the page,
equations in my head
It has become so hard,
With how close we've grown,
To separate our hearts,
And go home alone.
I felt your hand inside of mine,
your hair on my neck,
your side against mine
I heard you say so many things,
an open exchange
of love's great delights
I have nothing without your love,
no purpose in life,
not a thing to lean on
With fear of what comes,
and so much to wonder,
It pains to sit,
It pains to ponder.
I feel so strong when I'm with you,
could take life's troubles,
could stand all matters
I hear a voice when you're away,
it's calling me home
to search for your love
All I can hold to is this hope,
hope of the good things,
and hope of true life
By God's grace, if any,
We will not be apart,
We will endure all,
With the same heart.
Author notes
To Beth.
Triplets: 8-5-5 syllabic pattern, with exception of a few arbitrary extra syllables, which should fit just fine between lines or between words. No intended rhyme.
Quatrains: 5-5-4-4 word-count pattern, no arbitration. abcb rhyme pattern on each.
Three triplets and a quatrain make a stanza.
Stanza 1: Reminiscing
Stanza 2: Abstract
Stanza 3: Outlook
Written October 18th, 2005
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Bravo! This is a great write, keep up the great work.
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Wow, not only is this poem about me, it's to me personally. lol I feel even more special. And I couldn't agree with you more. I just wish we could do something about it...
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Good job. I love form poetry especially when it's done right. You have a pretty nice write here, good job.
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