August 11, 2007

Age 16 - Age 20, Love Poems

In the desert, in October,
All my thoughts were sane and sober.
When I met you it was over.
…You went away, before too long.

I left, the day you disappeared,
To the mountains, sharp and sheer,
Where the air was cold and clear…
I thought I’d lost you; thought you’d gone.

I recall I heard a sound,
You said my name, I turned around,
Long ago, the night you found me,
When you came to Tashkurgan.

I wrapped myself in your embrace,
And while you slept, I watched your face,
Wondering if this was the place
Where I could stay. Where I’d belong.

I recall the night I cried
Because the people said you lied,
And the quiet way you tried
To tell me that it wasn’t true;

And in Gulmit, I spoke coldly.
I recall the things you told me.
That night you only came to hold me,
But I was afraid of you.

Days went by, the sky grew white,
You came to me no more at night,
I could not smile, I could not write.
Flames of pain within me burned.

I swore I would drown the embers.
I swore I would not remember.
And I left you, in December.
I swore I would not return.

I recall the things you said.
Your voice was harsh. Your heart was dead.
Songs of sadness filled my head,
And again I was alone.

Years have passed. I feel the same.
I recall the night you came
To Tashkurgan and said my name,
Long before you turned to stone.

In a distant desert town,
I sat on the dusty ground.
I was happy, till you found me,
And my eyes were bright and blue.

When my heart is filled with thunder
In the night, I sometimes wonder
How you tore my world asunder
…Why I still remember you.

Now I read these words you write,
And I lie awake at night,
Wondering if I ever might
Travel back to Tashkurgan.

I recall the day it started,
And the silent way we parted.
I swore I was not broken-hearted –
I imagine I was wrong.

– Written by Anna Williams at Age 22

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Anna Vera Williams is a poet, a photographer, a blogger, and a webmaster. She is the webmaster of Poems, Poets, & Poetry, which provides poetry resources and allows other poets to showcase their work. Her photographs can be found at Anna Vera's Photography, and her books and photos can be purchased at Lulu.com.

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2 Responses to “Tashkurgan”

  1. Ario Says:


    Stringent rhyme scheme and rhythm. Very compact and it flows nicely.

    Good stuff.

  2. writerwoman Says:

    This is a gorgeous stanza:

    When my heart is filled with thunder
    In the night, I sometimes wonder
    How you tore my world asunder
    …Why I still remember you

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