Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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The Poetess...2001
By choice, all alone in the darkness of night,
Her dreams known but to one far away,
The Poetess poises herself once again,
To write all of her sorrows away.
In a world all alone, she ponders her life.
No answers are given to she,
Who writes down in prose, the questions of life,
Of fate and of destiny.
How desperate hearts morbidly cling to love lost;
Then sadistically bury their their dead.
How can anyone bare the weight of this world
With selfish, self-pity filled head?
The fruit of their wombs too quickly move on.
Old women now brood for their youth.
The Poetess looks on with wonder.
Their selfishness, she does rebuke.
Fate, the fierce beast who swallowed her dreams,
She now honors and renames destiny.
It caused her much pain; but no worse for the wear.
Once blind folded, now she can see.
'Twas not fates twisted roads that led her to here;
Nor beast who left her feeling numb.
It was youth's innocence lost, all at once, in a day;
When love's harp strummed her heart strings away.
Now with patience and honor,
Her womb, long since bare,
No brooding she does, for she's learned,
That with patience and honor
He'll follow love's path.
He will return unto her.
So by choice, all alone in the darkness of night;
Her dreams known only to one far away;
The Poetess poises herself once again,
To write all of her sorrows away.
In a world, all her own, she ponders her life.
Some answers are given to she,
Who writes down in prose, the questions of life,
Of love and the wonder of he...
L.A.McNabb
20 September, 2001
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Her dreams known but to one far away,
The Poetess poises herself once again,
To write all of her sorrows away.
In a world all alone, she ponders her life.
No answers are given to she,
Who writes down in prose, the questions of life,
Of fate and of destiny.
How desperate hearts morbidly cling to love lost;
Then sadistically bury their their dead.
How can anyone bare the weight of this world
With selfish, self-pity filled head?
The fruit of their wombs too quickly move on.
Old women now brood for their youth.
The Poetess looks on with wonder.
Their selfishness, she does rebuke.
Fate, the fierce beast who swallowed her dreams,
She now honors and renames destiny.
It caused her much pain; but no worse for the wear.
Once blind folded, now she can see.
'Twas not fates twisted roads that led her to here;
Nor beast who left her feeling numb.
It was youth's innocence lost, all at once, in a day;
When love's harp strummed her heart strings away.
Now with patience and honor,
Her womb, long since bare,
No brooding she does, for she's learned,
That with patience and honor
He'll follow love's path.
He will return unto her.
So by choice, all alone in the darkness of night;
Her dreams known only to one far away;
The Poetess poises herself once again,
To write all of her sorrows away.
In a world, all her own, she ponders her life.
Some answers are given to she,
Who writes down in prose, the questions of life,
Of love and the wonder of he...
L.A.McNabb
20 September, 2001
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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The Poetess...2001
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