Angelic Chime

I chose a path, quite long ago,
that led to self deceit.
In every man I saw a foe
and solitude was sweet.

Alone I wandered through my youth
and nurtured hopes of love.
As I grew old I learned the truth:
I am a fragile dove.

My soul's not made for this bare earth
that kindly lent it time.
The symphony of its unworth
is an angelic chime.



Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2007-06-04 at 11:00

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Doreen Cavazza
This speaks of thoughts that I've had myself. I like this. There's a hope within that just seems to fall short. Ideal ideas that we start out with that just don't pan out.
2009-10-16


Dee Daffodil
The whole tone of this poem is catured in the first stanza. Pangs of loneliness expressed very eloquently. No man is an island...
Hugs,
Dee
2009-01-26


Nyorioko
Well writen, has a nice flow to it.
And the best part is, i can see a bit of myself in it.
2007-08-27


Kathy Lockhart
what beautiful poetry
I love the rhyme and the rhythm. It flows so smoothly. Well done.
2007-06-09



splendid imagery here and beautifully expressed!
Lilly xxx
2007-06-08