Reflections of the past my mind would fill.
The depth of pain no-one can ever see.
Immersed, my heart is lost to waters still
where dark despair can now take hold of me.
This place I dwell cares not for love, long lost,
nor offers me a kindly guiding hand.
For what I had has gone and at my cost
my cruel fate I see now, life had planned.
Could love return, or is it all too late?
All ears are deaf; it seems, to my last prayer.
What choice is there? Now I must sit and wait
‘til deaths cold fingers grasp and take me there.
Without my love, then death makes me complete.
This place, no more a place where we shall meet.
Author notes
I love the photo. My son would love it too, I often write poetry to go with his fantastic photos.
In a list
A contest entry
- Bench and Water - Photo Inspiration by "superstition" by Jadon.
600 points, ended August 28, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love the photo and what you have done with it. What a great way for a mother and son to combine talents.
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Thank you for your kind comments. Ooooh but I don't want to pinch the credit for this photo. This one isn't one of my son's. I was just saying that I often use them.
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Terribly poignant yet beautiful at the same time! Well done! My very best wishes to you in the contest!
Frogz~
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Haunted pictures and poems – very well done, evoking images of lost and lonely – the only thing that jarred for me was ‘doth’ – I think it is well past its sell by date, even to the point of green mould… but perhaps that is just me.
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, wow! this is a sad but beautifully written poem! 
awesome job! good luck in the contest!
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An exceptional poem and perfect pic to go with it. Never say never in that we never need to feel alone. In distance fingers are joined in prayer of each of us in a circle of hope that is greater than any given person or individual differences I read in your poem that both heart beat the same under the skin and reaches out to the other in sharing their story and their faith. A collective strength in love and understanding. Choices are not about impatience if you respect the other person. Urgency stems not from certainty but from fear I never have fear as long as i have God on my side. Your poem speaks of the vast unknown.. if you leave the love over the care of God, no problem and He knows best. Always in love with my husband and great meeting of the minds!
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Sad And Beautiful
A very pain filled poem, yet has a quiet dignity and sense of acceptance to fate.I can picture the writer going to places and sighing over happier times. Let's face it, there is a part of us that expects to see that special someone there. Excellent rhyme and rhythm. If I would change anything, it would be the 1st stanza. Doth to does, IMHO.
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Really moving and heartfelt. A little bit sad, even depressing at times. Of course when one speaks of love lost, it becomes depessing.
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very descriptive and i totally relate to this. It´s screaming with pain and yet nice and quiet with the way you write... i love it -
You did a beautiful job at bringing this image to life for me. I love seeing what people can come up with for pictures, and you definitely gave me quite an image within my own image presented to you. The story you brought about is so somber but so beautiful in its telling and language.
"Could love return, or is it all too late?
All ears are deaf; it seems, to my last prayer."
My favorite lines...it seems that Jadon liked them as well! The question really brought me into the story even more, and then the next line after it absolutely hit me. Such an unwelcome silence described. Beautifully stated. Thank you for entering the contest. Best of luck to you!
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The passing of events!
I knew thoughts would pass through creative minds that I had not seen. You have opened a whole new perspective here to me. Your poem addresses solitude, despair, that succumbing to the depths. a directed destiny.
Ever the optomist myself I grasp that line "or is it all too late " and search frantically for the slightest hope. A finality to this chapter of life.
Very well executed. I look forward very much to hear superstition's thoughts. Thank you for a great entry. Jadon
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