Sunday, January 20, 2008

This one is for *YOU* (you know who you are) who visited my blog minus THE words

I'll let another Thomas - of a sort - say it for me:)


She is most fair,
And when they see her pass
The poets' ladies
Look no more in the glass
But after her.

On a bleak moor
Running under the moon
She lures a poet,
Once proud or happy, soon
Far from his door.

Beside a train,
Because they saw her go,
Or failed to see her,
Travellers and watchers know
Another pain.

The simple lack
Of her is more to me
Than others' presence,
Whether life splendid be
Or utter black.

I have not seen,
I have no news of her;
I can tell only
She is not here, but there
She might have been.

She is to be kissed
Only perhaps by me;
She may be seeking
Me and no other; she
May not exist.

Edward Thomas

I can just imagine the potential misunderstandings that come with this post. I should leave this kind of stuff for me second blog. Sheesh...


Jaimie said...

I know that is not for me :), but that is a beautiful poem Tom!

Tracy said...

That is a beautiful poem Tom... I wish my husband would write that to me, lol!!!

Adrienne said...

Are you using drugs??

Cathy_of_Alex said...

Honey, if you want to tell me something, just come out with it!
This is a very beautiful start...

Tom in Vegas said...


YOU crack me up!! You put a smile on me for the first time today:)

I think, however, the person it was intended for missed it completely. Dam!

Thanks for stopping by. You're sounding so good and upbeat! I will keep you in my prayers.

krj said...

My god this is beautiful... but then, I'm a great lover of the written word, especially in poetic form.

I'm keeping this one.

krj said...

Did you say SECOND blog?? Where, praytell? Does it really exist??

Cathy_of_Alex said...

Thanks, sweetie and your little dog too!

Terry Nelson said...

I thought the poem was for Cathy too - especially the part about the train wreck. LOL!

Cathy_of_Alex said...

Terry: See, that's why I thought it was about me!