As I sit...
Missing you
As I stand...
Missing you
As I lay...
Lonely again, missing you
And the scent of vanilla wafts through the air
I remember:
The first sight of you
The first half-shy smile
Our first embrace
The feel of you against me
and the promise of tomorrow
As I smoke...
Missing you
As I dream...
Missing you
As I lay...
my bed once again empty
Missing only you
Your scent still on the pillows and the sheets, still in the air, charged with the memory of you as am I
And charged also with the hope that you will once again brighten my doorway and my life
With your charm and your wit and your impudent tongue that thrusts outward whenever our lips meet, and most of all your love, which warms me and refreshes me and reminds that this vale is not all pain and loss and suffering, nay, far from it
As long as you are a part of this world
I love you, and I miss you
For my love...very free verse, and probably not very good poetry, but honest
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Reviews of "paean"
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2003
Well written !
Reviewed by Goldberry
Reviewed on January 31, 2003
Fintan, that is wonderful! It has so much movement and climb. Don't be so modest with commenting on your poetry. Keep on writing more.
Reviewed by Benjamin Marks (Reader)
Reviewed on December 9, 2002
Outstanding. It comes from your heart, which (in my mind) makes it the best kind of poetry. The very best kind of writing!
Wonderful pacing. Starting slowly in short bursts, rising to climactic eloquence, resolving in a simple, honest statement. Kudos to you.
(P.S. I can't get used to 'lay' instead of 'lie'. Otherwise it's super.)
Reviewed by authorauthor
Reviewed on July 3, 2002
best poem i ever read...do you have a motor bike? seriously, one of the most honest and moving of poems except for poetry in The Song of Soloman and the Psalms
your most humble servant, philia
In this heartfelt romantic memoir, Harry and Elizabeth share their passions and feelings about the poignant events that brought them back together after being divorced and estranged for almost twenty years. Filled with emotion, suspense, and humor --
Who knew the Wright's had a trunk full of hidden family secrets? Searching for treasure and hidden family secrets is one way to fuel the flames of passion.
(P.S. I can't get used to 'lay' instead of 'lie'. Otherwise it's super.)
your most humble servant, philia
Love, Silver