If only

A softer poem

How many times have I stood,

Right there by your side?

 

Suddenly my tongue is wood,

I am frozen on the inside.

 

Sometimes I wonder if I could,

Learn what I should not hide

 

If only you would,

Exchange your mooon for my tide.

Author's Note

This is not prose, but compared to what I usually write it's close.

Reviews

[T. F. Rice]

Syke,

I like the longer lines in this poem of yours; they offer a different type of flow. The only problem I was having with this one is that I didnt understand the last stanza. Maybe it is something personal to you , that makes sense to you but not to everyone. Or it was a convenient rhyme. It is cute and I want to understand but I dont. Since my winners are published in The Other Herald, I have to be true to that, and I dont like to do a lot of editing, so I have to pass on this one. BUT Maybe I am just dead in the head and don't get it. Sorry about that, if so. It is likely I am not up on all the latest lingo... Anyways, I also like this new layout you are using. You should use it more!! Try again with TOH's contests, okay. Write lots!!
TFRice
Editor of TOH

[Guardian]

Great job. It sets a longing, yet sort of sad mood. I'd love to hear more about your inspiration. Message me sometime! It had good flow and I'd love to see more poetry like this from you. ^_^