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Saint Agnes Died Waiting
by Meghan HelmichI am full with warnings.
The passing signs, defaced with their paint:
STOP
(war)
But here I am making love,
stopping the desperate crusades
that have been rolling in me.
If only I could take my time. I don't.
I jump
chin up,
eyes
shut.
Agnes died waiting for love, and I
will surely die in haste. 01/28/2009 Author's Note: I don't usually do weird forms (or lackthereof.) But here it is. I wanted to write about Agnes...she deserves better. But I'm infatuated again...it's all bubbling out of me. *eye roll*
Posted on 01/29/2009
Copyright © 2026 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/29/09 at 12:25 AM Know how you feel. Heh. I think you did great work with this style. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 01/29/09 at 01:32 AM I like what you have done here! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/29/09 at 03:55 PM ...Agnes making love?...she'd rather die, as chosen, by the sword than to forasake the Lord...i [even being male] see the daily dilemmas offered by this world...good write Meghan, this is stylish...love the line breaks... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/30/09 at 05:21 AM I'd like to hear more about her, but I like what you've done here. Loved those last two lines. |
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