Unseen. Untouched.

I wish I was a lonely sea
of emerald and whiteness.
My shores would be my boundary
with sands of sundrenched lightness.

Or could I be a lonely lake?
From hurt I would lie hidden.
In life nor love would I partake,
my depths I'd rule unbidden.

A single rose, so red and fair,
would be my only longing.
Unseen. Unloved. Untouched - I'll bear
the hurt of not belonging.




Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2010-11-22 at 15:33

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countryfog
This is quite stunning . . . the whistful longing captured in beautiful images, the iambic meter and rhyme scheme to perfect effect.
2010-11-23


existence
Life is full of surprises
bad days are not here to stay forever
2010-11-23


John Ashleigh
This peice of poetry flows like the essence of spirituality, and it's many lives. I'll have to watch out for your writing. Thankyou for sharing!
2010-11-22