Stone Dead Silence Many Fathoms Deep

Stone Dead Silence Many Fathoms Deep

A Poem by Constance
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Kyrielle

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Which are they I should toss away

And which emotions shall I keep?

For it seems we have been lost within

Stone dead silence many fathoms deep

 

It's not just you, it's also me

Don't even care enough to weep

Though summer, the chill prevails in

Stone dead silence many fathoms deep

 

Once like warm sticks of margarine

Together we would melt and seep

Into one, and now there's only

Stone dead silence many fathoms deep

 

I would not be so melancholy

If my heart had never made the leap

But once I loved you-- now it's lost in

Stone dead silence many fathoms deep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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a really good piece... I like how you used margarine instead of butter... little details like that can really make or break a poem... I know butter doesn't fit the rhyme scheme, but it still stands out.. thanks for entering the contest!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this poem very much. At first glance, it doesn't appear to be a standard rhyme scheme poem, but it was, and you made it work. Sometimes, instead of being sad about something, I'll go into an emotionless state, and this poem reminded me of it. Thank you for sharing.

Justin

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brilliantly sad. Love the repetition of the last line. Gives and image of death not yet dead. "Maragarine" may be misspelled. Think it is margarine. Will have to check.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..

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