For Fidelity.

I sit alone

you do not sit with me

i sit alone

i do not want your company

i sit alone.

 

i stand alone

you do not stand with me

i stand alone

you do not stand beside me

i stand alone.

 

do not stand behind me

do not stand before

do not stand

 

do not sit

do not walk

do not be beside me.

 

what ever I do I do alone

because the one I want

to sit, to stand , to walk

to be with me

is not here

and if I should die

I'd rather die alone

than to have you

when I cannot have her beside me.

i love you Fidelity..

 

 

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Cate Greenlees

Sun 21st Feb 2010 16:21

I agree with the previous comments. Sad and touching.
Cate xx

Janet Ramsden

Mon 18th Jan 2010 22:38

I enjoyed this poem and the sentiment portrayed.
I agree, there is an element of sadness in it, not sure though if that is intentional or whether the readers would feel empathy when reading. I guess most people would love fidelity to be by their side at all times. Nice one Beulah.

Janet.x

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Francine

Sun 17th Jan 2010 03:02

I love this Beulah!


The ending is powerful, and I totally agree...

'what ever I do I do alone
because the one I want
to sit, to stand , to walk
to be with me
is not here
and if I should die
I'd rather die alone
than to have you
when I cannot have her beside me.
i love you Fidelity..'

Francine x




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Ann Foxglove

Sat 16th Jan 2010 22:05

Lonely noble sentiments, delicately expressed. And thanks for commenting on my poem too.

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Isobel

Sat 16th Jan 2010 21:17

A sad one Beulah. Wish I knew what else to say.

Isobel x

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Noetic-fret!

Sat 16th Jan 2010 21:08

Aye Beulah, i have to say i agree with TC. The poem does seem simple until the last few lines where you do realize its complexity. Again i would add that it is tinged with sadness. Nice one

Mike

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Thaumaturgically Charged

Sat 16th Jan 2010 20:20

Very touching, and a bit sad too, the last line made me think a little too, because the poem was more complex than it first seemed to be...
TC XX

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