01 February, 2006

February

A dismal, dreary, two fortnights
In which embittered tears are shed
As secret trysts result in fights
And lovers leave cold, empty beds.

One wanders in the clear, dark night
Past old abandoned, secret places
Where with another once clasped tight,
Apparent joy upon their faces.

Yet not long since, one took to flight
And left the other's warm embraces.
The latter searched, but try as might,
The former found in no known places.

A lover scorned, once clad in white,
Now wears the black inside the head.
The joy once felt, now out of sight,
Leaves lone lover, better off dead.

11 comments:

Lolly said...

Okay, who wrote that?

Anonymous said...

.. wow... yours?....

amelie said...

[[guilty]]

Ruth said...

Nice poem Amelie. I love poetry and am going to post more of it.

Lolly said...

You've got some skill there, Amelie! I like that!

Paige said...

Nice

Anonymous said...

... well, it is very nice, girl.... being guilty is sometimes a good thing....

Grandpa Eric....

zonker said...

You da bomb, Amelie. That was really good!

Nugget said...

Very nice, but I feel there's a story behind it..

Agent Bedhead said...

Beautiful and haunting.

Anna said...

I like it. I like how you actually have a rhyme scheme. So much modern poetry is free verse and you loose some of the imagery behind it. This is great! Thanks for telling me about it.