Silently still I spend my nights,
Yearning the sight of your green eyes,
Painful loneliness never subsides,
Wishing there was no great divide,
I was a child, only eight,
Your body they buried,
Caused my heart to brake,
Events unfolding scary,
Shattered, stolen dreams,
Lost, angry, bothered,
Consuming me, deeply, profoundly,
I grew up without a father.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | April 3, 2012 - 15:06
So very poignant, Mels.
Tina;-)
Anvar2 | April 3, 2012 - 15:43
Very moving poem, very evocative images. I wonder if the word 'gone' in the second line should be something else? Perhaps 'absent'? I really love the final line - simple and strong. Thanks for sharing Mels.
skinner_jennifer | April 3, 2012 - 16:16
Such a sad poem, but at the same time your
words captured the loss so well.
Jenny.
MelsOlive | April 3, 2012 - 18:20
Thanks so much Tina Anvar and Jenny for your feed back!!! Yay this one was kind of a personal one :))
Thanks Anvar for pointing out the "gone" lol i agree it didnt sound just right so i decided to change it to green instead because my father had some killer green eyes :)) it was the first thing to come to mind lol
- Mels Olive
MelsOlive | April 3, 2012 - 18:21
Thanks so much Tina Anvar and Jenny for your feed back!!! Yay this one was kind of a personal one :))
Thanks Anvar for pointing out the "gone" lol i agree it didnt sound just right so i decided to change it to green instead because my father had some killer green eyes :)) it was the first thing to come to mind lol
- Mels Olive
Anvar2 | April 3, 2012 - 18:22
That's perfect. Great change.
Parson Thru | April 3, 2012 - 19:53
Sad yearning poem Mels. A lot of feeling. It's nice that it's brief and to the point.
MelsOlive | April 3, 2012 - 20:58
Thanks Parson! Im glad u like it!
- Mels Olive
jolono | April 3, 2012 - 21:49
I liked it too. Poetry doesn't have to be long to make a point. Nice one Mels!