Wreckless Abandon

While I tend towards freeverse more often than naught these days, sometimes I'm drawn to various forms and styles. I have more than a few poems pleading to my 'Muse' to return and grant me her boon.

Whilst moon above does reign in splendour,

I alone, sit broken; tender.

Dreaming of your softest words

that now I find cannot be heard.

 

Your effervescent, presence gone,

left with the dusk, no sign of dawn.

And though your echoed voice remains;

It's truth? Witheld from this refrain.

 

So now I wait for your return,

who's love and life I once did spurn,

come back and whisper in my ear,

direct my thoughts, and my hand steer.

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I had two loves of comfort and dispair,

But one of these I want you to repair.

 

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Shane