Warning: Poetry really isn’t my thing. But I gave it my best shot. Hope you like it.
Fiery passions from thy maiden’s heart wither cold
Of solitude and loneliness, thy patience grows old,
And now, the seasons turn, yet she remains alone
To neither friend nor foe her plight is told.
And neither note, nor song from her lips shall ring
To-morrow’s hope of dear life the rising sun may bring
Shattered by a thundercloud of reality closing in
The only remnants of him now are pictures; a ring.
But if a deathly fate shall obscure her delights of times past
Of love, memories, and the time he kissed her last,
The heav’n’s will smile upon her and relieve the sorrow
For from above, he shall lower the cloud’s gloomy mast.
Waste not your tears, nor your grief on me
For the most precious gift I have, it cannot be
With the mightiest power, broken, nor torn
For the love in thy soul ever remains a reverie.
Of solitude and loneliness, thy patience grows old,
And now, the seasons turn, yet she remains alone
To neither friend nor foe her plight is told.
And neither note, nor song from her lips shall ring
To-morrow’s hope of dear life the rising sun may bring
Shattered by a thundercloud of reality closing in
The only remnants of him now are pictures; a ring.
But if a deathly fate shall obscure her delights of times past
Of love, memories, and the time he kissed her last,
The heav’n’s will smile upon her and relieve the sorrow
For from above, he shall lower the cloud’s gloomy mast.
Waste not your tears, nor your grief on me
For the most precious gift I have, it cannot be
With the mightiest power, broken, nor torn
For the love in thy soul ever remains a reverie.
My inspiration came from a jumble of different things. First, I drew from my own experience of being engaged to a military man. Andy is stationed at Ellsworth AFB, SD, and needless to say, I don’t see him very much. Between school and work and everything else, we barely get to see each other ever couple months, which is still good considering the circumstances. He is also deploying in January of next year for a 6 month tour in Qatar, which probably is mirrored in the "being alone" part. Another thing I drew from was a song by the Dixie Chicks (though I am no big fan of country) called Travelin’ Soldier. Set in the Vietnam era, a boy falls in love with this girl and writes her as much as he can, and then one day she finds out that he was killed in the war and is devastated. There’s also a song by Yellowcard called One Year Six Months that I also love (mostly because I love the fact that they incorporate a violin into their music…big orchestra dork) that influenced me. The song basically describes a guy being gone, but he tell the girl to hold on to the memories they shared. Even though he is gone, she can smile because she knows that they share this deep connection and love for each other. I guess I am a big sap when it comes to this stuff. Either way, I hope you like it.
3 comments:
I liked your insight into your poem. I always appreciate when the author shows their work's relevency to their life.
Poem is a little dark but I like the way it flows. I dont know why but it has the feel of somthing like Poe to me.
I like your poems!
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