Lost Poem by paddy d daly

Lost

Rating: 4.5


Everyone can write poems,
But few can write poetry,
That is what she said to me
when she stepped out of the grave,
spotless and demanding. A
question mark written all over
her face, Commitment, ,
Is that inside you she asked,
Never expecting an answer,
Who is this being,
My mother,
My wife,
Mother nature,
I have no idea.....

She came back last night,
smiling, in an unconvincing
kind of way,
She threw out a net
and trawled through my brain,
All she found were
Chards of stone,
was that all there was,
Or should I have said,
I Love You.......

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Noreen Carden 11 November 2014

Wow Paddy you capture the reader with the mastery of your words and draw them into the magic you weave

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Shania K. Younce 26 August 2014

This is sort of a scary poem, but I like it. Nice write. Bien!

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