WAS IT LOVE?
She looked forward with new hope.
What did her eyes see?
Was it love?
His face displayed contentment.
Were his dreams answered?
Was it her?
He moved slowly towards her.
Would she reach for him?
Was she there?
The creaking stairs had many treads.
Would they reach the stars?
Were they lit?
The room held the key they sought.
Was the key within?
Did it fit?
They lay between soft white sheets.
Would dawn come too soon?
Would it wait?
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I posted the first stanza I had no thoughts about writing any more - it was just intended as a stand alone, more an experiment, as I'd never written in this poetry form before. And then up jumped Damaged Soul asking for another stanza to explain the first and it sort of took off so you have him to thank ! Anyway this is the completed poem complete with the final stanza which, if you read into the very last line explains the outcome. Great fun - hope it didn't get a bit boring day after day but I really was writing it as I went along. Plus another painting from the gallery - this time the pub in my own village.
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Comments8
The 'key' obviously fitted. The whole work is very good and each stanza would work on there own.
Mine's a pint of bitter please in that well painted pub.
Thanks Goldfinch - yes I did try to draft each stanza as a stand-alone as well as being part of the whole. The pubs just changed hands and we haven't yet tried it for a meal under the new management but will put that right soon.
Perfect ending. Good job.
Cheers Garry - finding a question that actually answered the preceding ones took a bit of hard thunk but I made it.
Finally Michael. Very sweet!
Thanks - I got there - AND they got there too. Yippee...!
Brilliant piece of work in its entirety! Bravo Poet!
You are so kind willy - thanks so much
Awesome conclusion to an awesome write
I do so appreciate your kind words Tony.
Welcome
Thanks MICHAEL ~ Cool ending ! No Love story completes ~ until they couple between the sheets ! Strange but true ~ that we all end up there in the end ~ PARADISE ! Thanks BRIAN
Ay - and they made it - thanks Brian.
So my favorite couple in the house with the creaking stairs, which they took longer to climb than I do my stairs, had found the right key after all, and now share some physical bliss, but only until morning, when it will take them another week to go back down, unless they slide on the banister. A great joy shared by us all, thank you Michael. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil - they're sharing breakfast as we speak. So glad I got drawn into this - it was a bit of fun as well as ending up with a half decent piece of poetry in a form I'd not come across before.
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