Taken
Sweet of voice
Soft in countenance
A grown innocence
Taken all too young
A smile for all
A drive for the goal
A heart full of care
Silenced before life’s dusk
A want for good
A slightly awkward style
Open arms
Mind set strong
Closed no more can enter
Things remembered
Never to grow dark
The smile lives on
To light with recounting.
Paul A Clark
2010 7/6am2anangel commented on Taken
09-02-2010
09/02/2010
08-23-2010
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Yearning | 1 | 11/16/2011 |
| Beginning (Again) | 0 | 01/12/2011 |
| Goodbye Yellow Rose | 5 | 09/28/2010 |
| Macabre Dreams | 3 | 09/11/2010 |
| Dear Dear Mother | 1 | 07/25/2010 |
| Taken | 2 | 07/06/2010 |
| The Goal | 1 | 06/22/2010 |
| Restraint in the Midst of Violence | 1 | 06/19/2010 |
| Medals for Mother | 3 | 04/27/2010 |
| The Artist | 6 | 03/22/2010 |
| DAYBREAKS | 1 | 03/13/2010 |
| The Neighborhood Critter Band | 2 | 10/19/2009 |
| A Hero's Query | 2 | 10/19/2009 |
| The Journey | 4 | 10/05/2009 |
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