Locket


Inside this locket
A picture is missing
Across my bed I lay
Weeping, wishing
The one and only face
I long to be kissing


Lockets do remain
A place to hold a lover
Though this one is encased
Hidden undercover
Stored in the heart
A secret never to discover


Precious and treasured
He lies within my soul
The wealth of his caring
Can never be told
His hand so tightly
I've dreamt to hold
In the presence of his being
Never grow cold


His eyes of molasses
By memory imprinted
And the joy from his smile
Will never be hinted
In the gray colored world
I've created and tinted


Lockets do remain
A place to hold a lover
Though this one is encased
Hidden undercover
Where destiny determines
Apart from one another






Poetry by BlueyedSoul
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Written on 2009-05-24 at 06:32

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Chris Fernie
I like poems that have a metre of musicality, a kind of singalong sway that seeps into your memory, to be hummed in the shower or on the top of a bus.

I love this fine example and I'm going to have a shower right now!

With best wishes,

Chris
2009-06-03


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I know why you are a favourite writer of mine - I only have to read your work - You have a delicate style which appeals to me - you describe, rather than force the meaning - and I like poetry that makes me feel and doesn't tell me how to feel :-)

Elle x
2009-05-24



I envy your skillful use of rhyme. There are some very creative choices of full and semi-rhymes in this poem that give it that musicality that poets often strive for. Interesting theme of a locket with the picture missing.
2009-05-24