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Author Name: Adminrich53 18 Comments
Date Added: November 28, 2006 02:11:10 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Vacant
 

I watch and observe, transfixed,
As the final star from heaven falls.
The day grows tense and short,
And the air turns hard and cold.
 
Unchanged, weathered,
At the passing of a final day.
Like a page in some book,
Whose ending all could forsay.
 
Feeling wise and stupid,
Knowing what's ahead is set.
Since all is forced to fit,
That sweet dream-time is gone.
 
I need not wake to search twilight sky,
For the color of her eyes,
Or inspect clouds at sunset anymore,
Just to glimpse the color of her hair.
 
Or consider another's face,
Searching for her infinite smile,
When it's already clear,
It just won't be there.
 
My soulmate no longer calls,
Or lingers on these empty plains,
And desolate dreamscapes,
Of these frigid desert nights.
 
Laying alone in the dark,
I don't notice anymore,
Or try to conjure the face,
That once brought me light.
 
So many signs, a shadowy mirage?
Imagined? Clinging to memory?
How far above she once seemed,
Simply is no reason to grieve.
 
Yet memories of her sweet love,
Still ablaze like a fiery eclipse,
Caress the distant ring of my beloved twin.
Living, beautiful, but only for me to see.
 
Love impossible, un-noticed,
In the unmoving, bitter cold glare,
Of that moon-empty sky over my head.
Hollow, vacant, and beyond all care.
 
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeEllis Beck on April 7, 2009 12:37:15 PM Report
Absolutely touching......The imagery is fitting and well expressed.

 

I love this poem.

 

E.B

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on March 11, 2007 12:29:08 PM Report
beautifully melancholic and haunting.

 

Ali x

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on February 22, 2007 09:58:36 PM Report
Are you trying to make me cry?  Well, stop it!  This is incredibly sad and beautiful.  The imagery is astounding.  It makes me feel cold and lonely. I love it.  ML
Comment By: FreeSilkinTears on January 2, 2007 09:04:22 PM Report
So full of emotion yet so calm and peaceful..a nice acceptance of what cannot be

 

Helen

Comment By: FreeSavanahB on January 2, 2007 08:50:11 PM Report
Well bugger me, HC, this is most moving and beautious! If I weren't so full of meanness tonight, I'd bloody weep. This so so empty of hope that it is heartbreaking!

 

Jude...you just did this to get the ladies to feel sorry for you and come running..huh huh, didn't ya? Ya crafty devil! *as she puts on her running shoes to go offer comfort*.....

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on January 2, 2007 01:24:15 AM Report
Emptiness fills the hollow when our hearts have loved this deeply. I feel this to my core.

 

Wonderful penning Richard.

 

~Barbara~ 

Comment By: PremiumVizualEnsemble on December 28, 2006 07:47:40 PM Report
Awesome!! You move on with grace dear. This is a splendid write.

Very well written. The sadness lingers as does the sigh of letting go.

Beautiful!

~Penny~

Comment By: FreeJoe Petro on December 21, 2006 01:57:28 PM Report
I like the term soul mate but my wife says there is no such thing on this plain of existance. She prefers the term kindred spirit. Which ever you prefer, that person does exist and is waiting in the wings. jp
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on December 19, 2006 11:57:02 PM Report
This is some well written and moving poetry, Rich..

 

My soulmate no longer calls,
Or lingers on the empty plains,
And desolate dreamscapes,
Of these frigid desert nights.

 

That's some good sstuff, my friend..And..thaks again for making me exist again..:O)..len

Comment By: PremiumJoe McNinney on December 1, 2006 11:19:43 PM Report
A lot of emotion in this one Richard. You where them out on your sleeve for all to see. Terrific write, Joe
Comment By: FreeFLETCHER on November 29, 2006 11:17:49 AM Report
Richard,
 Your poem is so very descriptive. Full of Emotion and Feelings
You have a wonderful way with words
Take care my friend...................Excellent write.
Fletch

Comment By: PremiumMelanie on November 29, 2006 08:19:45 AM Report
This is one of your best.

The sentiment is crystal clear.

There does come a day, when we have to finally move on.

I have learned to pray for acceptance and contentment rather than miracles.





Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on November 28, 2006 10:03:46 PM Report
Your last stanza is incredible Richard....truly a vacant feel. Excellent expression and metaphor...but it still rings with such sadness it hurts me to read. Yet, you write exquisitely...truly a pearl within each line.

Hugs sweety.

Comment By: PremiumAnn on November 28, 2006 05:31:48 PM Report
Gone but certainly not forgotten it seems. This is a melancholy write
but somehow life moves forward doesn't it? Strong piece and strong
emotion.


Comment By: FreeGlata on November 28, 2006 07:11:50 AM Report
I could feel the sense of near relief that has finally come with moving on. This  is a  beautiful write, Rich, and expresses your heart...the love that you felt. A beautiful, touching write...melancholy, for sure, but absolutely beautiful.

Hugs hon, and all the best!

Glata

Comment By: FreeAdri on November 28, 2006 06:31:37 AM Report

Beautiful write.  A lot of love and real emotion.  I enjoyed this piece immensely. 
Adri x


Comment By: FreePamela A. Lamppa on November 28, 2006 03:38:34 AM Report
Wow.  Such melancholy in this piece Richard.  Beautiful, thoughtful, and filled with heart.  The one great thing about love though, is that it simply never runs out when given from a true heart.  Amazing stuff love is, and beautifully held within this verse.  LOVED it. ~Pam
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on November 28, 2006 03:18:13 AM Report
This sounds like someone has been filed away at last under memories, not forgotten, but no longer hurting either Great write Rich.




 


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