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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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