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Trampled Ground Haunting eyes taunting dreams chasing to shambles hope. Helen could have been that face, the motion, that of Wind through reeds. Stay, please stay, mercifully stay...until I find disorder Slight oddness to smile, something poorly matched. Taint my vision, ever so mildly even, but grant imperfection Some way. So that I may bear your absence, not knowing death so many times in longing for your return with dashed hope. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Nancy Ann Hemsworth On Date: 2006-08-04 19:03:16
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Oh I love how his is so classical in feel and well written..you can sense the urgency in this piece, through the pleading for some inperfection...I like the approach, short and strong and beautifully romantic with such longing.