I am
the whispered echo
of a voice you never heard.
Mine are
the frantic wing beats
of a caged and dying bird.
I am
the falling raindrop
distorting your windowpane.
Mine is
the last lit candle
that flickers and dies again.
I am
an unsung love song
in the silence of a scream.
Mine the
trembling hands that grasp
one last impossible dream.
I am
the darkest shadow
fading and suddenly gone.
I am
an uncomfortable
memory that comes
when the long
day is done.
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This is great, especially the naturality of the rhymes. The only one that was a little off was the last stanza, there just seems to be too many syllables in the second half of it. There is a freshness in this that made me smile though.take care x x x
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that is fantastic poem, I really enjoyed this alot.
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Ah Sweet Jane, I have not forgotten about you. As I told Sarah, my dialup connection is not very good - sometimes allowing me only five minutes here.
I will be visiting your page soon and see what you have been doing while I have been away. xxx :-)
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This is fantastic. You brought some powerful images to my brain.
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Sarah
Sorry to take so long to reply to your comment. I am on a dialup internet connection which keeps disconnecting after a few minutes. Hopefully my problems are resolved now - fingers crossed.
Thank you for you comments - I shall endeavour - connection permitting - to return the favour - promise. :-)
Perhaps I will even manage some new poetry.
Storic
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