I feel incomplete
without him, now.
Though not in any way
I’ve felt before.
Just a little back-flip
in the bloodstream
And complete ease
in his company.
He is like a comma,
Or a semicolon;
but not life-threatening.
He offers me a polish
My days a rhythm.
He is the choreography
to my speech,
The music to my lyric,
The map to my meandering.
A steadiness that rolls
Yet, grants me time.
As the pause within
My frenzied spattering,
He does not take my breath away.
He gives it back to me.
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Comments about this poem (Pause by Emily Dawn )
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)
Alfred Lord Tennyson
(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892)
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