A Poem

An impossible love story.

I needn’t stroke your silken hair
or touch rose petal skin.
The type of love I have for you....
it burns from deep within.

While in my soul the fires rage,
and nothing is consumed.
My spirit wanders aimlessly,
from room to darkened room.

The proper words I cannot say,
to show you my great love.
Yet here I’m staring at your face,
while you look from above.

Still my heart stirs with great desire,
to reach up and touch you.
As these feelings that I’m feeling,
I know they’re in you too.

 

But you will someday think of me,
when this book you have closed.
And I am just a memory....
and not the one you chose.

Alas...
Of all that I have looked up at,
‘tis you I wished I’d known.
For yours is a breathing spirit,
and mine.... I’m just a poem.

 

A Sean Allen Poem

© 2006 D McDaniel Hayden

Reviews

[Edward James]

With 50+ reviews, I doubt I can tell you anything new or groundbreaking as far as analysis goes, so I'll say that I really do like this poem. I'm a sucker for old fashioned rhyme schemes and rhythm, and not being a visual person, for me the aural sensation of reading a poem is quite often every bit as important as the message conveyed. Saying that, I love the pulse of this piece, and the idea that a poem (whether yours or someone else's) is observing and caring for you in the same way you do it is quite pleasant. I think I may have to reevaluate some poetry after reading this.

Nice write, I look forward to reading more

Edward

[Dave]

OOOOOOoooo...this was damn good! Damn, damn good!
Cant say what hasnt already been said, except that the way you ended it was brilliant.
Nice job Sean.

[Yira Simone]

This was just beautiful. I loved the imagery used here. I was able to feel the disappoinment of not having the love here in the poem showed to this lady, returned.The ending was great. Great work Sean.

[Sweet Caroline]

Yes, I did read this earlier. Thought I had posted a review, then discovered I hadnt placed your well earned stars. I love this because I love the rhyme, so perfectly chosen and also the content. I did indeed agree with Sandra, thinking it was about love lost. Some people think you should never, never mention the word poem in a poem, at least that's what I was told when I did it. But I dont agree.
Anyway, I find this poem a little mysterious in its meaning like: looking from above
and then: yours is a breathing spirit
now wait, you're actually the poem that I'm reading, is that right? and I'm the breathing spirt?
Carol

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

professionally done!! WHOA!!

GREAT masterpiece....

[Kasia A. Tilander]

This was so very beautifully written. You have chosen such pure, true words to convey equally pure and true emotion.

Wonderfully done, and welcome to the Cafe...

Kasia.

[Nicole Hellene]

Wow, I thought the simple title was just a title, but it actually really was the poem! Nice job writing a poem about a poem. lol. it was beautifully written on top of that. Great job!

[Kara Emily Krantz]

this is absolutely LOVELY. i was enraptured.

beautiful job.

"And I am just a memory...
and not the one you chose. "

what an amazing line - i was enthralled by this. thank you :)

[0]

Intricate words woven throughout this piece. I wonder if it should be disected or just accepted as is.. A beautiful love poem. Yet still, I look for deeper meaning behind your meticulously placed words. A love, lost to death? or to another?

All the same... Enjoyable!

[Kurt]

beautifully written.... incredible work!!