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By Katanga
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12 September 2008 |
Grasping
‘Grasping at straws’
is a clichéd phrase,
but I’ll use it anyway,
to describe how much
I feel for you . . .
Why would I throw
away the day
when we first met,
unless we forget
our midnight meeting song?
How strong our passion was
before the flood,
unanticipated flows of blood . . .
Only then did I irrevocably feel
how still I felt
I loved you,
cold under our blanket,
warm in my heart.
Lest we forget our midnight song,
all passion bursts, our love goes wrong.
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Written by grace (173 comments posted) 11th September 2008 | Hello John,
wow, I love this! I particularly liked:
"unless we forget
our midnight meeting song"
and
"How strong our passion was
before the flood,
unanticipated flows of blood"
A wonderful plea for love to burn brightly and not die, beautifully written,
thank you for an excellent read,
Pamx
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Written by Fledermaus (3490 comments posted) 12th September 2008 | | It's probably hard to write a poem about love without using cliches, yet if you play around with them in an original way, you might get away with it. An interesting poem, though I'm not yet sure what to think of it. |
Written by Josie (2847 comments posted) 12th September 2008 | | I do so agree with Fledermaus about the cliches. You can't take away the day you met, naturally, but you can always look forward to tomorrow for tomorrow is probably as important if not more important than yesterday. I liked your poem John. | Good work.
Written by BenC (11 comments posted) 12th September 2008 | WOW katanga. Every piece of writing you do has a great name and great content. I loved particularly the ending:
"Lest we forget our midnight song,
all passion bursts, our love goes wrong."
Seriously good ending, to a seriously good poem.
BenC |
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