She
The mermaid 1980 (Pensacola)
Tired the mind was of drifting into space,
To simply escape all of the pace,
What was it that made her love so strong,
When she had been so horribly wrong.
The words crossed into the ways so deep,
As they sat they washed up to her feet.
The days would come and days would go,
As her heart would always know,
The music that dances in her mind,
She meant with all she had to simply find.
Her hand kept floating above the night,
As she saw all that was might,
The days she sat looking at the sky,
Watching the moments of the why,
The night took her into the sea,
With all that she had become to be.
She grabbed the world by her mind,
Trying not to blink or to sigh.
Jump as we will into the abyss,
All simply from a single kiss.
Something so intimate given away,
What was it that made that stay.
Was it the idea that she didn't see,
She was last and unfree.
The best days come and they go,
And her mind lingers with all that she knows.
The times life gave without a thought,
Of how it would take all she fought.
To grab her soul and take it to flight,
Where all was to exist and be of sight.
In the workings of the mosaic that she made,
Not looking for anything to harbor to gain.
The time it had took to build her soul,
It took no time to give what would take a toll.
It would rip at her heart and herself,
As she tried to not to put herself on a shelf.
Stowed away as it to protect what she was,
so much was done simply because.
Time was lonely from to time to time,
Yet, she never strayed from the sign.
The one that went deep inside to grow,
She was not wanting to know,
What all else would come to be,
As she would get lost to see.
About this poem
What I have been living
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Written on September 14, 2021
Submitted by marissan.64532 on September 14, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABB XXCC DDEE FFGG DFHH IIGX CXJJ EEXX KKLL XXXX CCGG |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,591 |
Words | 336 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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