The Poetry Beside Me

By Fantecstasy

 

As though I'd ever find her,
Or the whispers that greet her,
But she paused,
If poetry were pain -
And died.

I was a stowaway once,
She is cursed with a fleeting heart,
Soon things become separated,
Meaning and word,
What is this word?
Je ne savais jamais...
I shall teach you to fear it,
And loathe the shallow me.

She alone broke to stillness,
Crossing out every verb and verse,
And so exhumed a feeling of death.
I would have thought long under the shadow,
Of what she became -
The poetry beside me.

 

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Copyright 2010 Fantecstasy
Published on Thursday, August 5, 2010.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Formerly titled: This Could Have Been Your Love Poem
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  • A former member wrote: The last stanza is just fantastic.

  • A former member wrote: Great write.I experienced something somewhat similar when I lost my notepad.Fantecstatic!*tips proverbial hat*

  • boneplate On Friday, August 6, 2010, boneplate (58)By person wrote:

    i really like the first stanza...if poetry were pain and died......great line.....

  • A former member wrote: I once drew a picture of something similar to this, a women hanging from a chandelier. but I never felt like I did it justice. I think, you've inspired me to try again..thank you ^^~moony

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