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Within the Grove
by T.J. CarverWithin the grove
I lay with thee
under starry sky.
Within the grove
I sing to thee
of the times gone by.
Within the grove
I lovest thee
and whisper to thee why.
Without the grove
this cannot be
my maid begins to cry
Without the grove
no more said she.
The song begins to die.
Without the grove
she lovest not me
and whispers to me why....
02/01/2011 Author's Note: Title taken from an instrumental song by Eluveitie.
Posted on 02/01/2011
Copyright © 2025 T.J. Carver
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/16/11 at 05:31 PM Congrats on POTD T.J.! Reminds of my own lost (more unrequited) love in a grove where I grew up; now just haunting memories. Nicely constructed and expressed with maximum impact. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/16/11 at 05:41 PM Lovely piece, echoing the love poems of old, a pleasure! Congrats on POTD also. Peace, jewels |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/16/11 at 06:19 PM Quiet and beautiful; makes me think of centuries past... |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/19/11 at 06:52 PM at least she whispers why and doesn't just leave you hanging. very cool piece. the repetition really adds to it i think. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/25/11 at 12:56 AM Makes me think of poems of the romantic period. |
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