She wakes from dreams within the dark
thinking of how things should have been,
amazed at how they missed the mark,
so close to Mystery unseen.
Thinking of how things should have been
was not the way they were to be,
so close to Mystery, unseen,
love was easier, temporary.
Not the way things were to be,
though the sweetness was so real.
Love was easier, temporary,
love too frightening to feel.
Though the sweetness was so real,
two hearts too afraid to trust,
Love, too frightening to feel,
easier to part as lovers must.
Two hearts too afraid to trust,
she wakes from dreams within the dark.
They parted as most lovers must,
amazed at how they missed the mark.
for Shay's Word List - based on the poems of A.E Stallings, whom I have not encountered before. I read one of her pantoums and challenged myself to attempt one.
How wonderfully constructed and conveyed - so many beautiful references to nature and feelings of love - Jae
ReplyDeleteA pantoum that seemingly effortlessly carries us on tides of sorrow, for what was and could have been, tides that seem inevitable in the coming and going of repeated lines. Beautifully composed, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing and very sensitive in its take on love. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done, Sherry, and I'm so pleased that Stallings' poetry inspired you as it did me!
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing, Sherry! What a challenge you set yourself. It's quite a form you have taken on and so successfully integrated rhyme, metre and the words from the list. And such a relatable topic!! :-)
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