Anna Rose

A solitary figure

Against black night

Standing so alone

In stark bright white

 

A night gown flowing

Around her bare feet

Standing on that cliff

Off which she once leaped

 

Searching for the love

She left behind that night

She decided he wasn't good enough

To balance the bad in her life

 

Wanting to appologize

Express her deep sorrow

Her wish for a chance to take it back

Or for one more night to borrow

 

To tell her dearly beloved

How much she truly cared

How much she truly wished

She could have been there

 

The night that he decided

Her death was just too much

And from the same spot as she

Took his final plunge

 

She waits now eternally

For him to come to her

So she can finally tell him

How much he had to live for

 

Trapped forever in that moment

When her lover prepared to take flight

Eternally lost in anguish

She cannot save his life

 

A solitary figure

To me she has never spoke

But something in her face

Fixed in me what was broke

 

That time that I came out here

Thinking to finally free myself

From this torture some call living

But I knew only as hell

 

Just one single look

Into her beautiful sad eyes

And I found myself a purpose

To continue living life

 

I had to find out who she was

I simply HAD to know

The story behind this woman

I now know as Anna Rose

 

I wonder does she have this effect

On everyone she meets

And how many lives did she save

Before she saved me

 

These are things I'll never know

Though I sit here every night

Watching as Anna Rose

Fights for her Lovers Life

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems please

Reviews

[Dominick]

At first I thought is was pretty choppy and even though the words flow nice I found myself rereading a few stanzas in order to really get what you were saying. The story behind it is terrific and an excellent job making this a very original piece. It's like a ghost story that isn't told by a camp fire or to scare anyone, but to sooth and add mystery. This technique is not seen very often at all. I realize you say ignore grammar but the main line I struggled with as I'm not sure if it was intentional and I'm reading it wrong or just a typo is:

"And from the same spot as she
Took his final plunge"

as she took his final plunge, just confusing as to who is plunging at this time or a reenactment of some sort.

Overall a great write and excellently unique.

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And every night I sit here
I cannot help but think
How grate I am to Anna
For pulling me from the brink....

I was so caught up I had to write more Nicely Done! this is enthralling, My favorite that I have read of your so far. A real masterpiece.

[Adam Jordan Turner]

I know I have a lot of catching up to do on your works, however, this is DEFINITELY one of my favorites so far! I absolutely love this poem. I love the story behind Anna Rose, Kind of like the story of that woman who still waits for her lover to return from sea and like turned into stone waiting for him...don't exactly remember, but it reminds of that and it's AWESOME! Very good write, my love!

A solitary figure

To me she has never spoke

But something in her face

Fixed in me what was broke



That time that I came out here

Thinking to finally free myself

From this torture some call living

But I knew only as hell

- So sad but so true

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[Fran Marie]

I had to find out who she was

I simply HAD to know

The story behind this woman

I now know as Anna Rose

A lovely versed poem with great cadence and flow of a ballad tale~
i love the song"Anna Rose" /Vienna Teng~also love that name~THanks for sharing
and sending this my way~Fran Marie

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

Your writing had me so enthralled I added another stanza to your poem (Not that it needs it).

And to this day Anna stands
A vaporous image with an empty hand
Empty of her lovers ring
Vaporous tears the cheeks do sting.

This was simply a marvelous read. Magnificent!!!!

Dave