jondan Posted November 9, 2009 Share Posted November 9, 2009 The Mourning Bride New dawn, new day. She stands, arms held out wide. Hair gently flowing, The mourning bride. "My love...my love"... her tearful cry, She looks toward the golden sky. "When will you return...?" "What, of your fate, will I learn?" The ocean waves come to comfort her, lapping gently, to show they care. Her tears fall softly, to their swell. They know the answer, but refuse to tell. "Come with us", whisper the spirits of the sea. "Be together for eternity". "He waits for you to join him, by his side", "To be his beautiful golden, morning bride". As the waves creep in, beneath the sun. The tearful lady, she has gone. No one knows if she found her love, but the sun shines brighter, high above. The golden ocean turns to blue, singing songs of love, Forever true... By David T Smith Copyright 7th July 2009. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted November 12, 2009 Share Posted November 12, 2009 I picture a woman up on a widow's walk. I also think of the disappearance of WELDON KEES. As in the case with Kees, we'll never really know what happened to the "Mourning Bride" ... unless, of course, you tell us! Tony :) Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted November 19, 2009 Share Posted November 19, 2009 Interesting write. I think that the rhyme is making some limits to this poem. It reminds me of my old style, the subject I mean, dark and sad. I enjoyed reading it. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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