You know
How much it means
Just your presence in life
Bestows a hope, that seems afar
In doubts
In doubts
Silent echoes
Worry my fickle heart
Unnecessary thoughts that pry
Wanders
Past life
Of hurt and pain
Of many memories
Seem never to heal without love
In heart
Your love
Calms the heartbeat
Gifts forgotten love to
Entice temptation to forget
Deep scars
Three words
“I still believe”
Gives me hope, to live on
A love to cherish, to kiss in
Silence
You know
Silent echoes
Of many memories
Entice temptation to forget
Silence
The form of poetry here is a Garland Cinquain, a series of six cinquains (5 line verses with syllabic pattern of 2-4-6-8-2) in which the last is formed of lines from the preceding five, typically line one from stanza one, line two from stanza two, and so on.
Poetry shared at Poet’s Rally, Week 41. (April 7th 2011 to April 13th 2011)
Image from DeviantArt: Her Ghost In The Fog, by Laura (BlackMooseDeath).
Written as part of the April A to Z in 26 Days challenge, and 30 poems in 30 days, NaPoWriMo challenge.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.