Dalaney; I love you, my Island of Hope.
Your verse was the joy in my day
Now that you've gone I don't know how to cope.
My daylight is stolen away.
The wind from the sea helped us take to the skies.
We flew across oceans of blue.
Your poetry always a perfect surprise
And perfect was always just you.
The beaches we walked on, the brandy we shared,
The love after dark on your porch.
Facing the future I'm feeling quite scared
It's dark and your verse was my torch.
The words of your poetry pepper my rhyme
You spiced up my life with your lust.
I didn't enjoy you for half enough time
And now live without you I must.
A part of my being is welded to you
I hope that you feel just the same
And far in the future I know what we'll do,
There is somewhere we'll pick up our game.
Dalaney, you're perfect I know that we'll meet
Anthologised maybe in fun
And after perfection has met up with sweet
A new web of poems get spun.
Author notes
I have called Dalaney the perfect poet since we met, she called me either Englishman or sweet poet, Englishman didn't fit so I went with sweetness. Some of you knew her longer than me but she adopted me as her guide in rhyme, I do not believe she needed one, but I loved the job. I would lead that girl anywhere she wants to go!!!!
A contest entry
- Dalaney...We Are Claiming Our Right to Say Goodbye by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended April 28, 2008, 13 entries
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this was just as moving as it was the first time I read it. I'm so glad she returned. Jennifer
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An amazing tribute to a great lady. good luck.
Dalaney always wrote such amazing poems. I enjoyed all of them and would talk to her about her ghost, "Adam."
You don't think something really aweful has happened do you? I'm beginning to get sort of scared instead of just worried.
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This is sweet; the first stanza we can all relate to. One thing I appreciate about Lane is how she is open to all poetry and people - it's nice that you were working with her as a mentor in rhyme.
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IT was a labour of love. Actually it wasn't a labour at all, she wanted a target to bounce off, and we picked each other for things we found missing from our own poetry.
She sent me a very nice message a while ago about it. To the effect that she didn't want to write like me all the time, and she knew I didn't want to only write like her, but that we did want to swap shoes from time to time.
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This truely expresses your feelings. Wonderfully written with such clear expression
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A polished but most poignant tribute to a great poet-Bless her and keep her safe til next we meet.
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Oh! I cannot believe Dalaney is gone - actually gone! I was shocked when I noticed, and I'm so sad right now. Seems everybody at allpoetry is mourning right now. Hopefully she'll come back and explain someday!
A very sweet piece! She would have loved it! It has so much warmth and love from it. I love it! -
This poem made me cry before I finished it. I guess you know why. Well done!
Love,
Amera
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A beautiful poem for a beautiful lady, thanks for sharing it Jeff.
Love
Sue
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Lovely work, bro.
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Beautiful rhyme and rhythm for a beautiful poetess. She would love it. Love, C
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Hello, I am Crystal, Torys sister, she is right beside me as I read to her her favorites..
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Indeed this shows the love one has for a friend..Thanks for sharing yet another warm piece for a poet.
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this is beautiful. Thanks for sharing your heart with us. jen
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A beautiful dedication to an amazing poet. Your rhyme is impeccable as expected.
Well done. ~Pamela 
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