This Poem was Submitted By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2011-09-17 17:33:47 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Key

I’ve come to understand poets begin to write because of loss, despair or loneliness Perhaps their feelings are too close to the surface. Like the melancholy of tattered edges that claim and tame the poetic soul In an effort to pen a happy poem I recall how exquisite love can be. How its light can drown the darkness that ever stands on the threshold waiting to be let in Sadly I’ve misplaced the key

Copyright © September 2011 cheyenne smyth


This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2011-10-03 08:28:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
More of intense piece of writing for you showing that with life there are times that we seem to drift through not knowing exactly what to say, and are at a loss for words. In this post I notice you are soul searching and expressing that in a nice poetic form. Very much enjoyed this and we have to find those keys - and open doors where the love, light and laughter are waiting for us. blessings, Deni


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2011-09-26 21:31:07
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Cheyenne, I lose the key too. But as the ebb and flow of the waters moods continually change. Adjusting and moving is what we do. Hoping things will get better. The depths equal your heights..... Good poem. Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2011-09-18 06:52:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: Unknown
cheyenne- what a poignant piece. as sad as a poem can be without ever being sad. "the key" that of memories that recall happiness- your image is so alive it brings a irony to the poem. I cannot forestall the purpose, being of mannerisms that empty me of those images most precious that bring a smile to my face. once again- your poem, quite distressing in search of redemption; brings a smile to my face from its moniker, its insinuation of life lost in the gravity of living. "sadly I've misplaced" - the hope remains for the joyful verse. Misplace is not lost. It insinuates the probability of discovery. A sweet piece of writing.
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