My shining one did fly to Earth too near.
Soft ashes in the sea are his repose.
In darkened hours of hopeless want and fear
My endless steps did stitch the hours closed.
The silken, turquoise waves are all of life,
They swell and rush to clear the pock marked sands.
All voices soothed of any sound of strife,
His death a silence in my folded hands.
In dreamless night and graying tones of dawn,
I fought off fantasies of death’s kind hands.
Then, from horizons I had not looked on,
A knight did ride, whose love did break the bands
Cold grief had set to hold despair in place,
Now love is mine, and joy in his embrace.
Author notes
My Skeeter died of Cancer last November. Someone has since helped me start to heal. I'm grateful.
Is the repeated rhyme at the bottom section annoying? (hands, bands, etc)?
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Your rhythm was wonderfully consistent throughout the entire poem, and the tone of the poem fit the emotion that came with the subject matter very well, although I found the hands/bands rhyme in the bottom section slightly annoying. The first two lines set the tone of the poem well.
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