Special One

The first mile is tough
The last mile is the toughest
I liked the way she played with her hair
Liked her smile
She had a calming effect on me
The in between was just numb minding
Just distance for the sake of distance
Some never made it, some did
She hated cruelty
One of God's creatures
Too good for me
Just to good
The body wants to give up
That little voice agrees
Just dumb for the sake of dumb
I was a dumb one
Everybody loved her
She was one of the special ones
They always take the special ones
Sometimes when the pain gets too much
I’ll run the hill
Just to see her play with her hair
It’s worth the pain

Reviews

[Beccy]

Going ok Paul. Summer hols, plenty to do with Charlie; so poetry just a little on the back burner for now.

Beccy.

[Beccy]

A deeply affecting poem. I don't want it to be real, but the reality of our mortality never sleeps.

'I liked the way she played with her hair.' Such a very beautiful line.

Beccy.

[Paul Bell]

Thanks, hows it going.

[The Iron Horseman]

This is very poignant and touching, Paul. Quite beautiful, in fact. Liked it very much.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

The pain and sadness in this tribute poem took my breath away. “I liked the way she played with her hair”-simply that truth, but so much more...you saw her, you felt her, you knew her goodness-her ‘special-ness’...and she knew you knew it too. Your brief, direct, honest and profound lines speak a wealth of deep emotions- sorrow, regret, everlasting love. The symmetry, cadence and poignancy speak a tool taken. Last two lines brilliant. Kudos Paul.

[sette]

i can feel the pain in the poem so vivid

[AYVID N]

When they’re within us, around us, so near, we could spread our arms, touch them and we cannot. I understand and feel it. At such times, I wish I could vaporise. 💔

[Ardra]

mmmm .... reminds me of the poem of the girl you wrote about on the streets...
the little girl...

mmmm i guess if we keep scratching the wounds it will never heal..
we just love feeling the pain all over again to feel close to them..
i guess that's why we write... to try live again that feelings...

you are not what you show the world.. :) a soft heart hides deep somewhere.. isn't it Paul..
Stay happy in the Rain... don't turn gloomy...

[Mrudula Rani]

This poem is absolutely beautiful and extremely sorrowful at the same time. I never seen this suffering romanticist side of yours before.