New Light

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    Poem Commentary

    Driving my sleeping girlfriend home from a trip, it suddenly struck me how much I loved her.

    New Light

    The motorway was ours-

    Driving home or away, no one knew.

    You were asleep, soundlessly, trusting;

    I was full of love.

     

    Ahead, tonight had begun to die

    And tomorrow was readying to replace

    A day that had been so right,

    So full of love.

     

    Glancing across at your slumped frame,

    Full beams lit you for a second

    And your sheer beauty startled me,

    I crossed a lane.

     

    I fingered your locks like a lullaby,

    Then hit left with the same hand,

    Indicating to no one but the new light

    That I was turning around at the next exit.

     

    Slipped into the quiet stream on the other side,

    Driving away from the dawning day-

    Today had been so right,

    I wanted a few more miles of it.


     

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    koolmom0 commented on New Light

    11-13-2010

    This is a very romantic piece you have penned. I absolutely love it. :) Rita
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    arronpalmer

    11/15/2010

    Thank you Rita! I was going for a simplistic expression of love, so thank you :)

    tierra7 commented on New Light

    11-12-2010

    This is such a mezmerizin' and extremely enchantin' piece....written so beautifully...Blessings to you and your sweet Lady...a true Romantic...you are...this lovely share will surely warm her instantaneously -Love N Light, Tierra@}-'-, ( your poetry is like a good book- hard to put down ~ smile~ )
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    arronpalmer

    11/13/2010

    Tierra, where have you been?! You're possibly one of the most generous and kindest members on here! You know how amazing it is to hear you say my poetry's likea good book? Pretty amazing! And romantic? Nah, but I try ;) Thank you so much for reading T.

    smoothdame commented on New Light

    11-12-2010

    great job great write really honest and sweet my favortite part was "I wanted a few more miles of it". Because most people want every second o new love there is because that is the time when love is the most fun at the beginning.
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    arronpalmer

    11/13/2010

    Exactly right, I'm so glad you picked that out and were able to relate to it. And yes, its honesty comes from its simplicity, which is hard to do I find, to make a poem both simple and mature/interesting.

    kdarcy commented on New Light

    11-12-2010

    Loved it, the truth and simpleness fo life will always give a writers heart something to pen, keep your quill full my friend, we ain't seen nothing yet, be well k
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    arronpalmer

    11/13/2010

    Man, that is a comment! Thank you so much, I am humbled :) I hope I can live up to both your work and your expectations of mine! We'll see...!

    kdarcy

    11/13/2010

    You live up to your potential, find the balance between what you want and what you need ... and love?, should fit just fine in-between. Be who you are and do not worry or give concern to what others expect or judge of you. My work? just have fun reading get a little something from it- not too much lol be well k

    LenaM commented on New Light

    11-11-2010

    This held me from the 1st line to the very last and I was eager to see the end result . I felt the tenderness , the love, the longing when you fingered her locks of hair yet a sadness as well . I am looking forward to looking through more of your work. Exquisite piece
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    arronpalmer

    11/12/2010

    Yes, I am so glad you felt the sadness. I didn't want it to be sad, nor for that to be picked up by everybody, even as an undertone. But i found the subtly morose current ebbing in and out here and there was inescapable. I don't know whether it is insecurity at my vulnerability I inevitably show by loving someone so much (in terms of risks of being hurt), or whether it is down to the day ending reminding me nothing is forever. Perhaps it is both. Thanks so much anyway!

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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