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Is there a category for Lonesome?
For all those thousand years untold
And then before me you were born,
I didn't turn round in my bliss
Of nonexistence's hidden mist.
I wasn't wary of your soul
I was too young, you were too old.
A starter's pistol called the shot
Not giving me a second thought,
Unspooling me as childhood passed,
Kept back now further than the last.
I crawled then walked then ran to see
Unraveled, curious of me.
With so much time between our lives
Still innocent when I arrived,
But that was why I said it first
As if I'd read a line of verse.
Though I had sent my hope declared
Not knowing you had been aware,
Which made an even better thrill
Though you were processing it still.
And then began the start of us,
A courtship followed your prenup
Which means the terms that you set forth
In case the hardships went due north.
As feverishly done as gifts,
The 'ku's, the sonnets flew like swifts,
While often when the laughter came
It seemed we'd always feel the same.
But neither of us blithely is
A light of heart in lover's quiz.
To try and cross a bridge of height
And sit at either end to write,
While ether ferry's words alone
Not often finding us at home.
And then before me you were born,
I didn't turn round in my bliss
Of nonexistence's hidden mist.
I wasn't wary of your soul
I was too young, you were too old.
A starter's pistol called the shot
Not giving me a second thought,
Unspooling me as childhood passed,
Kept back now further than the last.
I crawled then walked then ran to see
Unraveled, curious of me.
With so much time between our lives
Still innocent when I arrived,
But that was why I said it first
As if I'd read a line of verse.
Though I had sent my hope declared
Not knowing you had been aware,
Which made an even better thrill
Though you were processing it still.
And then began the start of us,
A courtship followed your prenup
Which means the terms that you set forth
In case the hardships went due north.
As feverishly done as gifts,
The 'ku's, the sonnets flew like swifts,
While often when the laughter came
It seemed we'd always feel the same.
But neither of us blithely is
A light of heart in lover's quiz.
To try and cross a bridge of height
And sit at either end to write,
While ether ferry's words alone
Not often finding us at home.
Published 17th May 2017
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17th May 2017 1:11pm
yes there is- especially for engaging pomes like this- called Love. more often than not loneliness is its integral part- cue the lonely heart.you writes well jade-pandora
17th May 2017 1:17pm
17th May 2017 2:16pm
I'm with walker... Love
But this must be the most close to my real life reality in a write that Ive ever read on DU!
I like this a million times metaphorically speaking
Love at you!
Al -x-
But this must be the most close to my real life reality in a write that Ive ever read on DU!
I like this a million times metaphorically speaking
Love at you!
Al -x-
17th May 2017 2:39pm
I'm touched by your words, dear Al, and for sharing how the poem impacted you. Thank you so much for the support, and for a place of honor on your Reading List. ~Jade x
17th May 2017 3:06pm
speechless - can a heart leap and crack at the same time...
I bow to your genius...
you are a wordsmith's wordsmith...
I bow to your genius...
you are a wordsmith's wordsmith...
17th May 2017 3:50pm
*fights back fresh tears* Thank you dear thomcat, and yes it can. It just now happened to me.
17th May 2017 3:11pm
Alone but surrounded by so much. You hear the silence in a noisy room. I'm sure this resonates with so many. Your pen speaks your heart.
17th May 2017 3:15pm
17th May 2017 7:37pm
I'm with Tim's comment "Your pen speaks your heart." And a precious one it is too.
18th May 2017 8:26pm
17th May 2017 10:41pm
Thank you most kindly, dear DeKOi. And I totally agree with the quote currently on your personal page: a sad truth.
Anonymous
19th May 2017 9:03am
I'm feeling this poem so much right now, I think ALOT of people who read this will feel the same.
"To try and cross a bridge of height
And sit at either end to write,
While ether ferry's words alone
Not often finding us at home. "
This is crazy good, I vibe with this poem alot. apologies for it not being the most constructive comment this is just very close to home.
Ben
"To try and cross a bridge of height
And sit at either end to write,
While ether ferry's words alone
Not often finding us at home. "
This is crazy good, I vibe with this poem alot. apologies for it not being the most constructive comment this is just very close to home.
Ben
Dear Ben, don't worry. It's like another one who came to read and said in his comment how my pen speaks my heart. So too does yours, and I thank you for sharing how this has affected you.
19th May 2017 12:42pm
your poem crosses many bridges
& each traveler thinks, 'no one but me'
perhaps a thousand years of loneliness...
& each traveler thinks, 'no one but me'
perhaps a thousand years of loneliness...
19th May 2017 1:43pm
Thank you, John, yes... such a soulful way to express it, just as many of your own writes speak to me, and all of it true.
Anonymous
27th May 2017 11:40am
Dear Jade, thank you for being here, this extracted my tears, my heart is
humbled
humbled
27th May 2017 12:13pm
Thank you, dear one, you're so terribly kind, and I'm glad that you were able to find this and stop by. A true honor.
5th Sep 2017 4:25am
this is quite a lengthy piece. my favorite words are, "which made an even better thrill."
6th Sep 2017 00:00am
Thanks, sir, for your words. It's not that long of a piece however, but being in couplets probably makes it look longer.
