Ten Years Poem by Loki Searles
Ten Years
The winds scurry by and it chills my cold hands,
But it matters much none, since I'm here beside you,
The snow covers wide and far all 'cross the land,
But it matters much none, when I'm here beside you,
It's been ten years since I last saw your eyes beam,
Since we cuddled together, and stared at the stars,
It's been ten years since you last shared me your dreams,
Since we last talked of marriage and interlocked arms,
So, I lay here cold, ever-longing you now,
Warmed ever just enough by the love in our souls,
For you, and you only; forever a frau,
I am, and so will be - as my love for you grows,
Your grave marker's old, and your name is worn off,
But it matters much none, since I'm here beside you,
And the six feet of dirt below caves like a trough,
But it matters much none, when I'm here beside you...
It was sorta interesting, apart from the poem, I just pressed play on Carl Laemmle's Frankenstein (1st time ever) , read you comment, decided to return the favor, & ended up reading this while the opening scene unfolded: hmmm, I don't know what I'd call it, but wow. They are both beautifully dark; sentimental to the core. To quote Carl Jung, whom inspires me: Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality. Lack of feeling is the inevitable counterpart of sentimentality, which inevitably suffers from the same deficiencies. Wonderful start; I don't remember which poem I posted 1st, come to think of it. Best wishes moving forward.
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I would like to translate this poem
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It was sorta interesting, apart from the poem, I just pressed play on Carl Laemmle's Frankenstein (1st time ever) , read you comment, decided to return the favor, & ended up reading this while the opening scene unfolded: hmmm, I don't know what I'd call it, but wow. They are both beautifully dark; sentimental to the core. To quote Carl Jung, whom inspires me: Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality. Lack of feeling is the inevitable counterpart of sentimentality, which inevitably suffers from the same deficiencies. Wonderful start; I don't remember which poem I posted 1st, come to think of it. Best wishes moving forward.