I love you to death
by 
freynolds
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Posted: Tuesday, August 11, 2009 Word Count: 56 Summary: I deliberately will not provide any background to this as I would like to know if there is enough said in the poem to express the tragedy behind it. Does it work? What does it tell you? Thanks for reading and commenting. |
My muse is dry
I am
not.
I lost a memory
of another
me.
A long time ago
there was spirit
to my writing.
Now,
mettle gone astray
the echo
of a story
I never wrote.
Words I think I think
tentatively
form
but all I see
is the blurred shape of her
my beloved amber.
I am
not.
I lost a memory
of another
me.
A long time ago
there was spirit
to my writing.
Now,
mettle gone astray
the echo
of a story
I never wrote.
Words I think I think
tentatively
form
but all I see
is the blurred shape of her
my beloved amber.