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BEFORE WE…. I never was a matador, a whore; I never wore another shoe on another shore Nor could I be an apple tree, a bee – a hornet maybe, to sting you deeply As I was stung in my core, my heart before there ever was a we. Maybe I could bring back more than I took from your heaven as I stole out the door to row another boat to where another shoe fell – oh sure, now I tell you how much you meant, how much I loved you then, when we had no shoes, and we never were. No, I shall not pray for more beauty than I had in last night’s dream of you – in last year’s dream of you – last eternity’s dream – of you. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2004-07-05 20:46:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.67742
Hi Wayne,
Great rhyming in this piece..it has a pleasing cadence that compelled me to read
it several times. I get the sense that you are speaking of someone you loved and lost...
perhaps because you did not say "I love you" at the right time or not at all. So you
walked away and went to another..the mystry is why? But you have her in dreams and in
memory which is sometimes the only satisfaction we receive from some relationships.
I sound like and armchair shrink! Even though the words scream of pathos I find this
a lovely piece of writing and thank you for sharing it.
Peace...Marilyn