She Stood by my Side

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem consists again of love, questions to life, and the answers that everyone feels from this piece!

God knows, that she stood by my side

Forever staying, forever being

Hour ago, her tides subside

Watching, waiting, forever lost

Step by step, I speak of such love,

Even if it is heaven's loss

Do I ask? Where did she go?

WHo am I? What do I know?

Reasons being, forever seeing

THat love we call, a feeling so low

 I now search, oceans of blackened abyss

Light into darkness, for I can hardly see

What secure love I lost, oh how I miss

Being ever so free, at no consumer's cost, never a fee

 

I walk the lonely life now, in which I have

Waiting upon hour, for that special bliss

Just once in my life, I had that enternal kiss

Why is life, such a mirror of this?

Producing opposites, that we say don't match

Producing electrons, the center of our domain

At least I know, my thirst for her, was not in vain

 

The sun comes up, shining forth brilliance

Out pours life, for darkness has no meaning here

Love is a word, that we shall not fear

A pinch! A pinch!

And suddenely, the end is near

Touching me, a sudden flee

SUch love, a golden flee

The meaning of love, the essence of thee!!!!

One taste, One touch, One love


Submitted: February 23, 2007

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EdwardJBradleySr

leo tolstoy:

Gave it a "5". Well written, except for a few typos. Update this with the "edit" feature on your publishing center.

What was most interesting about this poem is that some aspects of it are quite cryptic. For example, is the lost love: a woman, the ocean, an emotion or something else? Seems to combine themes of nature, God, spirituality, etc. All of this can be quite popular with many readers. That is: vague and oblique references. Though, it is not the kind of writing I attempt or enjoy reading. Well! To each, his/her own.

I have no specific criticism for "improvement" with respect to this. Recommend reading some of mine and that of others whose work I admire and enjoy. Such as: Bitter Irony, Orual, Beautiful Simplicity, Corinne Smith, Hamp and quite a few others. Reading the work of others can "inform" your own writing. At times, at a subliminal level.

Believe it or not! Much of my own writing, before I began to do it in earnest, was "informed" by listening intently to the lyrics of country and western music from 1991-95. On CMT.

This had to do with my editorial writing.

The poetry, on the other hand, is something I cannot explain that easily, though it too gets influenced by others all the time.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Sat, February 24th, 2007 4:27am

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Thanks, I enjoy reading what you hav to say!! This can only help my emotional effort for writing, and I will take your advice, hope to read all of your poems, thanks again!!!

Fri, February 23rd, 2007 9:08pm

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