paddy d daly

Rookie (11 7 1961 / balinasloe)

Lost - Poem by paddy d daly

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 about Lost by paddy d daly

  • Bronze Star - 2,075 Points Noreen Carden (11/11/2014 4:20:00 PM)

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

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  • Rookie - 421 Points Shania K. Younce (8/26/2014 3:29:00 PM)

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

  • Rookie - 74 Points Tapashya Das (12/23/2013 2:04:00 AM)

    i LOST in thy poem.... wow! painted beautifully.....sir!
    i insist u too read mine's as well. hope u'll get similarities...
    thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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