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Melairë

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Hi all,

Taking a small break from the adventures of Daffodil to share an older poem I wrote some time ago, a soldier's lament, if you will. Enjoy!

Melairë- love poem

I write this to you only in my mind
for the words I would say I never could find
the ink I use is made from my tears
and the parchment I use is made from my fears.

I wish I would have danced with you just once more
I wish I would have kissed you at the Dragon's door
I wish I would have stole a glance as I passed your way
I wish your hand would have held mine, and you whisper'd, 'stay'.

I dream of you and I in the garden of our delights
Together we'd gently lay, holding each other tight
you, my Rose, my flower, I would tend with greatest care
I could grow nothing greater than the love we would share.

I dream of our children, playing at my knee
I dare think of a future family
in this land of darkness and decay
I hope to see you again someday.

Every step I take, dear Rose, is a step away from you
a step closer to the thing we must do
Master Frodo needs me now, greater than before
wait for me, Rosie, and I will one day knock upon your door.

He is failing, Rose, and I am so afraid
I don't know if the Ring can be unmade
if Elves and Wizards know so much let them finish this
as Master Frodo and I stand at the edge of the abyss.

Frodo can't carry on, then to me the task will fall
plain old Samwise, who could be master of all
but the only Ring I desire is the wedding band of gold
the mate to yours, I hope, forged from the same mold.

Wait for me, dear Rosie, don't marry a Bolger or Took
wait for plain Samwise, gardener and cook
a hobbit with hobbit sense for that which is right
be mine, Rosie Cotton, if only for tonight...

Ken
"Well, what are you waiting for? I am an old man, and have no time for your falter! Come at me, if you will, for I do not sing songs of dastards!"
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Beautifully written my friend,
A lovely poem without doubt, but the part that caught me up, was that your voice, your tone, evoked Sam from the very start, well before the confirmation in words naming him author.
In laying aside just the right amount of elloquence and sophistication withought "dumbing down" your verse, you gave me relief when you confirmed the writer's identity.
Very subtle, very clever and I have to say I expected no less from Merf's own Bard.
I was not sure if you wanted it to stand alone. Each peice you do is so very well crafted I truly consider them a work of art and don't like to sully there presentation with a lot of critique that might distract the reader from having the joy of the same revelation I had when reading it. But a word of sincere praise rarely goes astray. Thank you for allowing me to participate.:mrgreen:
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That was lovely, Ken.
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Greg wrote:That was lovely, Ken.
Thanks, old friend. I need to get back to writing again. It's like walking in mud, sometimes.

Ken
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Heavens. That was lovely - thank you.

Here's to all the Sams whose worst fears came true, and all the Rosies that waited a lifetime for returning footsteps that never sounded. :(
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Thank you for the kind words, Elleth!

Ken
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Ken that poem was very lovely. If need be you could use bits of it to form a love poem so someone.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
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Brownno wrote:Ken that poem was very lovely. If need be you could use bits of it to form a love poem so someone.
Ha, well thank you, but let me share a bit of advice, never, never recycle a love poem. It's bad luck, in more ways than one!

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Ken haha okay i'll take your word and won't recycle any love poem.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
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