Love, so sweet a horrid sound
So painful a joyous breath...
Once believed, though never found
Alights upon my breast.
And in a moment, pure and strong
Silvery light and shadow
An ache to heart, a blow to mind
A flight to heights below.
Love, so lovely, horrid dream
So sweet a dying breath...
Author notes
If it doesn't make sense... then it's perfect. For when has love ever made sense?
A contest entry
- It's All About Love. by Poetryintheblood.
425 points, ended March 30, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Perfect my Sister...perfect!!!
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Good point, well stated, thank you for your entry and good luck, Josie
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great
This poem is great! wow.. great work! i agree with the poem below this... it is a good love mood poem.. and it is very creative! very good! great job! keep writing and good luck in the contest! -
You make a good point here. Love seriously doesn't make sense. However, I love the mood of the poem. I felt it was creative, and very open to interpretation.
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