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Blinded by her love and pain
She walked and lost her way
Her way she did not regain
With her voice, she longed to say
Now, she walks in the night
Seeking a way out
Her eyes no longer giving sight
Her voice unable to shout
Her life cut short she walks in white
Through the wooded glade
The mists that blow through twilight
Her restless soul is swayed
She can't see the light, calling her back home
Though she senses it's true warmth near
In her heart longs to atone
She sheds a silent blackened tear
And continues blindly alone
She walked and lost her way
Her way she did not regain
With her voice, she longed to say
Now, she walks in the night
Seeking a way out
Her eyes no longer giving sight
Her voice unable to shout
Her life cut short she walks in white
Through the wooded glade
The mists that blow through twilight
Her restless soul is swayed
She can't see the light, calling her back home
Though she senses it's true warmth near
In her heart longs to atone
She sheds a silent blackened tear
And continues blindly alone
Literature
Summer Woman
Woman, you are my burnt sienna sculpture on Sun-days.
You are hiding my strength in rufous hair
and I feel you: russet-flushed to the touch,
jagged collarbone curving into neck,
easing into shoulders, into breasts;
woman, you are the warmest stone –
you are summery stone
to my water-drenched hands.
Woman in deepest reverie, you are hiding
my strength in pacific oceans of titian;
in running veins. My grasp
slips from skin slopes of sun and stone,
slips from you.
Woman of ragged flint and oil,
in sleep, your wind-kissed stone-neck drifts,
surges into a soft arch in air –
and does not meet ground;
and does not bow.
Literature
These Words..
Tell me that you love me
It's all I want to hear
This loneliness within my heart
Is something that I fear
Pure emptiness eats at my soul
and leaves me void inside
These feelings shadowed on my brow
Of truth that's meant to bide
See me past, what is my pain
and lead me to what's good
Of maybe and the hope I see
In what I surely could
Become: if only I let go
Of what still ties me down
Perplexities of life still born
Within my surly frown
Tremors shake my fuzzy thoughts,
My hands I cannot still
Placed deep beneath my pasty skin
In feeling against my will
We all will travel on this road
To lead us who k
Literature
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His voice broke freedom into black ravens of the night,
Stuck-up youth walking in the wake of a haunting vision,
The gang of love, heartache... so loud they slurred their abuse,
The savage dogs bark to the darkness of your insanity, letting it loose.
Drums,
| The march of our generation is rumbling,
| There's a storm of young lust, brewing in your mind,
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Very nice, how you've evoked the "woman in white's" inner thoughts!
Technically, the rhymes are good, but the inner rhythm stumbles just a little. Try counting the syllables in each line, and see if you can get them to match, with the accented syllables where they do the most good. Fortunately the English language has enough synonyms that you can usually find a word that matches both meaning and rhythm.
Even with that, it's a lovely poem.
Technically, the rhymes are good, but the inner rhythm stumbles just a little. Try counting the syllables in each line, and see if you can get them to match, with the accented syllables where they do the most good. Fortunately the English language has enough synonyms that you can usually find a word that matches both meaning and rhythm.
Even with that, it's a lovely poem.