The Miss

An unlikely juxtaposition of being shot at and missed connections with women of my past. I understand if you lash me for the silly 10/8/10/8 rhythm and the cheesy line-enders.

A bullet that missed by the width of hairs,

Brought no such load of carking cares,

Or inspired the multitude of scares,

Of lost looks and forgotten stares.

 

One named for Angels, our hearts beat as one,

Too fragile our love went undone,

Mutually killing as we grew too close,

'Twas better that way we suppose.

 

One by her blood of Eastern Orient,

Across many miles her love sent,

For forever a friend is she indeed,

A friend to die for if in need.

 

The last love's snow white I tainted with dirt,

Now she's forgotten and I hurt,

There's no forgiveness for one such as I,

A deaf ear falls on ev'ry cry.

 

Now must I live and think back on it all,

Blame and regret back on me fall,

For love of myself I threw them away,

Daily death dying, ev'ry way. 

 

 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

this is a complex poem that speaks about many different things. You could take this poem in a couple ways. The first would be a love that you threw away for the second could be about war and how it damages the land around. Either way it is a great poem that you have created. I did find a line that doesn't seem to read quite right to me but you can leave it for it could be a they way it is said in different countries or even in the South here in the US. " Blame and regret back on me fall,"

[sue]

This is a common condition, to give up love for some illusion of the world. And always trying to untie the knot. Well written with a lot of depth.