Love like the tide ebbs and flows with the rising of the moon.


Love...an Unfinished Song

Once spoken with affection
then angry accusations
now trapped by stony silence
in the valley of concern.

At its peak her loving ways
stirred a longing in my jeans
though when it ended badly
wine would flow to soothe my pain.

As I finally gained control again
the ache began to calm
then I knew that I'd be whole
and much the wiser man.

Like harmony in music
with its once discordant strains
so it is in fleeting dreams
where memories still remain.

And then when life returns
to that peaceful state of being
with confidence restored
love can have its way again.



Poetry by David L Wright
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Written on 2008-02-08 at 23:09

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Rob Graber
The swinging meter nicely reinforces the the swinging in and out of love which is the poem's subject. Good job!
2008-02-28


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, we forget that our hearts are often more hardy than we realise - love is wonderful but the ability to recover without bitterness is more potent, because you can love again - its bitterness that closes the doors, memories, regret then forgiveness opens them

Elle x
2008-02-09