My Days with Carol

My Days with Carol

A Poem by Michael
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Poets must write of lost love, it seems our souls demand it.

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Lonely was my heart all the days I roamed
Each one as before, no comfort to be found
So it was, the days before she came into my life
Only moments of joyous bliss spotted the sad fabric of my soul
The brightest spot by far was the day she came to me
Our moments in the sun, as we dreamed lover’s dreams
To look upon her face and see her pirate’s smile
freed me from the shackles of my leathered heart
Alas, one cannot stay in the sun too long
Nor could she stay with me, nor could she with me
It has no good or bad - no measure of right and wrong
It was her heart that was not free to give, regretfully so

 

 

Lonely is my heart this new day that I roam
Though not like before, I know comfort now
So it is, this day she left my life
Wondrous thoughts of her spot the new fabric of my soul
The brightest spot by far remains that special day
Walking in the sun - I dream a lover’s dream
I think of her lovely face that won me with a smile
allowing me to avoid the shackles that seek a supple heart
Lo, pity me not for loosing her special sun
It shall stay with me always, stay with me always
Still no good or bad – nor right and wrong
it was my heart I freely gave, and joyfully so

© 2008 Michael


Author's Note

Michael
Though it may seem free verse, each line in the second stanza is balanced with the same line in the first and the lines convey the same feel but in a different context. Just a style I have played with from time to time. Somehow if fits lost love well.

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Wow this style is awesome, how on earth do you write in such a way? I swear, all I can do is free verse, but whoa, this is pretty neat. But back to the poem, this was really well done I must say. Memories are wonderful, I know I never forget them.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a very nice style. I may have to attempt it sometime. :)
Beautifully written. Sometimes memories are sweeter than the real thing really was, or it would not have ended so...


Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice write I enjoyed this
Thanks for sharing
Ray { Not a Poet }

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Michael
Michael

Beaufort, SC



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Winner of the 2007 Espy Award for light verse. My quote for life: "Poets my not change the world, but we do start the quiver in the snow that grows into the avalanche of change. That is enough f.. more..