by cricketjeff on April 20, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Every dream in my head has an echo of you.
When I wake I’m aware that there’s nobody there;
Every day is the same, dreary grey tinged with blue,
Any life without you is as flat as it seems.
Life was full and so bright, every moment a thrill,
When you left I was left with a hole I can’t fill.
When we met we were young, you were all I could hope,
And you said that I’d be by your side all your life.
Now you’re gone there’s no more left of you to adore,
What’s the use of a man who cannot hold his wife,
How can he learn to be? How can he ever cope?
I’ll hold on to the fragments I managed to save,
But remember my dear all my love’s in your grave.
A sonnet? I dunno, but it is in anapaestic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of ABccBA DD EFggFE HH, the lower case letters being internal rhymes.
I don’t know if I like it as a poem and I may replace it in the contest after a couple of reads …