Paula M. Puddephatt


Eternal - Poem by Paula M. Puddephatt

I draw their spirits close to me and breathe,
and still I find, there's something to believe.
I need their energies to make me strong.
I hear the subtle echoes: Samhain's song.

Nobody feels my reason - hears my rhyme.
My rhythms only work in my own time.
My words - they might make sense in my own mind.
My friends need other words - ones I can't find.

There is an angel buried somewhere near,
who told me that there's nothing left to fear.
Now, all my friends who've passed or gone away -
this is one life. What more is there to say?

In this one life, I'll mend what I can mend.
True friendship is eternal - has no end.


Comments about Eternal by Paula M. Puddephatt

  • Rookie Jonathan Carter (2/10/2014 3:48:00 PM)

    This tells a great story in my mind. Great piece. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,613 Points Bill Cantrell (2/10/2014 3:42:00 PM)

    Very nice indeed! Lines 4-7 reminds me of a poem I wrote- Poetic Diaglott. I really enjoyed reading this (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014


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