Adryan Barnathan


Love, It's The 7th Wave - Poem by Adryan Barnathan

(In loving memory of Joey Accetta who died of a broken heart;
Mar.28,1934-Mar.24,2005)

Deflated
I can't make plans
my life is on
a resperator.
Something's hidden
in a picture
maybe?
Something, I can't quite
put my finger on.
Do you have it,
that innate
Celtic requiem?

Miraculous,
how some people
touch our lives-
without even knowing.
They just pass thru,
almost, half asleep
not fully grasping
the keys'
they give us
and when death comes,
so easily,
it's too hard living
without them.


Comments about Love, It's The 7th Wave by Adryan Barnathan

  • (3/27/2005 1:39:00 AM)

    Very touching.Beautifully written.thank you. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 13, 2011


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