With melancholy
still chaste on
midnight’s lips,
I hear the echos of
tomorrow’s quiet heartbeat
and it will be my Waterloo,
this lonely requiem
of my lost passion.
© Sweeney
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A contest entry
- inside the sounds inside by Nicolette.
5000 points, ended May 31, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you are such a beautiful poet.
this says so much when it speaks of the echos of tomorrow's heartbeat...sometimes we are used to being alone and that is what we come to expect from tomorrow - even though it's not what is in our hearts.
this is excellent in its brevity and emotion.
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ahhh longing - my favorite poetic topic. sad and sweet. lovely write. - Mary Jo
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You are one of the few poets here on AP that can achieve so much impact and beauty through brevity, Scott - and this poem just shows that once again. Loved the word play here - something you also are so good at, especially "echos of tomorrow's". A melancholic poem but so very beautiful and a wonderful take on the contest prompt. Delighted to see this in my contest.
~ Nicolette
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Ahhh, Scribe...Your passion can never truly be lost, my Friend...It is too deeply ingrained within your bones. Such a melancholic song you've sung...One sure to bring about sweet, sympathetic arms around you, soothing you from the shadows, into the light. Good luck in Nic's contest, Sweetie. 
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