Woven together are our lives.
Our lives, once joined cannot be severed.
Severed, we would die as a person,
The person we have become.
Becoming one is the ultimate sacrifice,
A sacrifice unto each other.
Each, others eschewed, cleave to one,
To one we each should turn.
Turning back towards the beginning,
Beginning the long journey home,
Home awaits us in the end.
The end has joy and satisfaction,
As satisfied we spend our age.
Our age now coming to a close,
We close the book that we have written,
For we have written a story of love,
The love our lives have woven together.
©2007
3-16-07
Author notes
Written for the contest: Write a Wreath by ea
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2343292
A contest entry
- Write a Wreath by ea.
360 points, ended March 20, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
A critical criticism invited.
Comments
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I particularly loved the last three lines here. They give me the smooth feeling that I feel the wreath should have. I liked how you used the word "woven" to start it all off with, too. I almost used that word in the contest description and decided not to. It's very fitting for a wreath. I think I will write one as a Christmas card sometime. Thank you very much for your interest in this and for this lovely entry.
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Thank you for taking the time to comment. And the applauds.
rous
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you seem to really have hold of this 'wreath' and explored a long lived love 'as one' quite well and I do wish you good luck in the contest with this lovely piece, thank you,
m.
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Thank you. It was enjoyable to try out a new form, even if my anal grammar nazi fought against the repetition. It was a battle well fought and I won.
rous
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