I can walk down garden paths,
And wander through the misty roses,
Until I find a resting place,
Where my love can find me.
I can sit on velvet skirts,
Upon a mossy knoll,
And ponder on the changing skies,
Until my love can find me there.
I can listen to a whip-her-will,
Cry her mournful tune,
And wonder if she lost her love,
As mine was lost to me.
I can lay me down on fragrant beds,
And watch as posies toss their sleepy heads,
Until I dream my heart away,
And wait until my love can find the way.
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K DeMers Dowdall
Karen DeMers Dowdall was born in West Hartford, Connecticut. She has lived in Taiwan, Saudi Arabia, and England. Karen has a PhD, MSN, BSN, RN in Nursing from Florida Atlantic University. “Books of every genre teach us about life, how we think, and view the world." She has written poems and little short stories since she was a child. Karen loves art, she enjoys drawing, painting in oils, pastels, colored pencils, and doing portraiture. She has also taken ballet, Jazz, and modern dance since she was three years old and owned her own dance studio.
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Nice. It has a sad, dreamy quality to it, at least as I read it. 🙂
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Hi Bun, it is a sad, dreamy kind of poem with a wish, as she had not yet given up all hope. Thank you for your comment. Greatly appreciated. K.D. Dowdall
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You’re very welcome. I appreciate your kind reply. Bun 🙂
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Your poetry is moving, evocative, and this one shows a bittersweet combination of hope and sadness.
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