I've hit a bit of a writer's block as of late
Oh, the years have come and gone
as petals of a delicate flower.
All that is left to remain alone
is a marble statue in fading hour.
What laughs we did partake!
What love we once had felt!
Before we called it all Mistake
and praying new cards be dealt.
How easy it is to lose ourselves
within the darkness of our pain.
We curse all those into some hell
when better judgment cannot refrain.
Oh, the years have disappeared
and whisper a lullaby called "True"
Those lyrics I cannot quite revere
for they remind me of simply you.
The final hours are drawing ever nigh.
Weathered photographs hug my hand.
I wish that I could whisper one goodbye
before I become a statue on the land.
©June 18, 2008 Lori S. Maynard
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|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This rocks, I can almost hear this converted into song lyrics...the rhyming is lovely, the symbolism and imagery perfect. Enjoyed.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|THE MOST BEAUTIFUL POEM, I LOVE YOUR WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
If you keep writing like this they just might erect that statue of you. Wow! wouldn't that be quite a legacy? Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Lori, there's too much energy in the way you write
to ever imagine you a statue. Poem well cone. - gene.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Extremely sentimental writing. Hit me hard, and made me a little sad. I fight depression, but have to be positive, but I did like this write, as it says lots to me. Good***********.|