Broken Dreams

May 14, 2012
I am one stone,
pristine and glistening.
The portal to Heaven's open gates,
standing still
in sharp sunlight.

I am not remembered with flags
or photographs
or fingertips pressed against me,
that caresse cold marble, so soon
after wiping tears from a puffy face
and spill onto those worn blue jeans
that remind her of me.

I am only a name,
carefully engraved,
with hands steady as the surgeon I would be
when I got home, like
I promised her.

One name amongst many,
a wish forgotten story,
filled with lost dreams,
but at least
a name.

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InkWriter13 said...
Jun. 30, 2012 at 10:15 am
Powerful impact. Real and deep. Great clarity and depth of insight. Truly sad yet upheld as heroic. Beautiful poem! Would you please comment on my poem titled I am the Mother of War? I would love your take on it.
kate12345me said...
Jun. 25, 2012 at 7:34 am
Very mature have a certain emotion weaved into this poem that signifies importance. Great effort!
Phantom_Freedom said...
May 17, 2012 at 12:51 pm
Wow. I was blown away, deep and well written. Thanks for sharing.
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