A Petticoat Diary

A Petticoat  ( female ) Diary/..........By Sami Khalil

(She lived in hope , died in despair)

Her desire to be loved and to love for there were no suitors for marriage.

Based on a true story when I was growing up

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On those days...

She dances like wild flowers

fluted by dulcet tones

gazing in sweet sorrow

upon utter solaces.

She, who passed star-lights

became a shadow of under-toned shimmers

wandering through life's wild affections

where heavy sighs became her measured void

looking for bucolic warm glows silhouetted 

in sweet sensations.

On those nights...

She cradles dreams in tender desires

in a veil of bashful smiles

where the indelible ink is saved 

for someone special...for keeps.

Still, she deserves a golden ring

and a clandestine house with stepping

stones to paradise of petaled gardens

where love is tickled to death for eternity.

On those months...

She survives in timeless beauty

brush-stroking the outlines of

her erasable heart, looking for 

hands to recreate her rapture d joy

living on just because; of fantasies 

on rainy afternoons with no parasols

losing herself in the chill of winters.

On those years...

Constellations glow brightly

and dim softly in sashays of dusted

apparitions when she dances her

last dance!

On those diaries...

Reviews

[The dark story]

*speechless*
i can't say much but still it is a touching write with such strong emotions. stunning.

[ShelleyA]

Hi Sami. A beautiful write and presentation. Elegant verse. You express her dream for love with depth in this piece. Understated yet delightfully sensual. Vivid imagery and descriptives. Very nice use of simile. Well penned. Write on!

[Zero_Edge88]

"Oh the fondest memories, fade into the twilight. To seek what is past the stars and look for the time they have remaining is something we will never be able to access. So is the way of our integrity that breaks down over time for the journals, annals, and logs of our life are but mere sand grains in the cosmos' hourglass. Slowly trickling and never missing a beat it are like the lines of our mind when we put those thoughts together into stanzas, entries or quips.

For what diaries are but the dire aches in our heart. Ever so hurtful they last a heartbeat but never too soon they begin to beat normally again. Life in the journal world of where our hearts begin and end in the day is written and penned down figuratively and literally in our journal.

As to the fondest memory, may it just be another heartbeat in this story you tell because what is written in these pages, even the most broken of our hearts will know that it passed us by as we will all come to pass. Eventually becoming another chapter, page, and line in this diary."

Written wonderfully and penned intimately. Must be something to know that we are written in someone's journal at some point of our life.

[ron]

A sad story of not found but desired. Well done as always.

[mia]

wow that was absolutely beautiful great job!!

[one sky]

This is very moving. A woman who wishes to be loved...but ended in gloom. I feel hope has made her alive for years...and upon losing that only thing which motivates her to live...she died in despair.

Sad but written beautifully.

[Kyle J. Lawson]

This is great piece of poetry. The only thing is that I felt there were too many adjectives. Maybe others see it differently. But that's my own personal opinion. Other than that, eccelente mi amico.

[nihilistictablelamp]

The transition at the top that slowly descends to longer days, months, etc. Considered deleting the space between "rapture d joy." The tone of the poem seems rather optimistic, I enjoyed it very much :)

[SyberRose]

Such a sad heartbreaking story...but you told it so beautifully with each stanza more beautiful then the last...it was a stunning piece from you...Rose:)

[Sami Khalil]

heavy sighs became her measured void
looking for bucolic warm glows silhouetted
in sweet sensations.
Sami Khalil