And the word is...

[Bii]

It's a brave poem Pen, and beautifully done. I hope you share it with your wife, 'cos she's the one who needs to read it.

One of my own:

An Empty Heart

It takes me just a moment
to realise you are not here.

Your name echoes around the
empty chamber, reverberates off
the walls until all
that remains is
a nebulous murmur.

There was a time when
the thought of you sent
blood rushing; my veins
pulsed to the beat
of your voice.

Then it was gone.
And over time
the muscles weakened,
the valves closed;
I am left alone
in this lifeless
silence.

[ampoule]

Heart was the word, correct. This one may be too personal, and if you think so, PM me, and I'll remove it. OK?

Feeling empty again…


Forgive me if I sound bitter
I’ve tried so hard to understand
I know your job is important
And that things can’t always go as planned
But I just came through hell again yesterday
And I can still smell the flames
And here I sit again alone
I’m not saying you’re to blame
It just seems that when I need you most
Other things always get in the way
I can’t fight this battle all alone
I just don’t have the strength
God knows you’ve been more wife to me
Than I ever will deserve
I’d never have made it half this far
If you hadn’t helped to heal the hurt
Oh, but I wish and long to be together
To feel that magic once again
To feel the pain get chased away
By your fingers on my skin
To gaze into those deep green eyes
And fall in love with you all over again
To feel the brush and taste of your sweet lips
As you tell me I’m your man
Oh dear God it’s so hard—
Feeling empty again…

Pendragon
© 6/25/05

Heart out on the sleeve, perhaps, but heart...

Please do not remove this Pendragon. Sadly, it speaks for hundreds, maybe thousands of marriages. Yes, it IS personal and it IS sad and troubling but it is....now what were we talking about on another thread....truth. You have poured out your heart for many with this beautiful poem.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Heart was the word, correct. This one may be too personal, and if you think so, PM me, and I'll remove it. OK?

Feeling empty again…


Forgive me if I sound bitter
I’ve tried so hard to understand
I know your job is important
And that things can’t always go as planned
But I just came through hell again yesterday
And I can still smell the flames
And here I sit again alone
I’m not saying you’re to blame
It just seems that when I need you most
Other things always get in the way
I can’t fight this battle all alone
I just don’t have the strength
God knows you’ve been more wife to me
Than I ever will deserve
I’d never have made it half this far
If you hadn’t helped to heal the hurt
Oh, but I wish and long to be together
To feel that magic once again
To feel the pain get chased away
By your fingers on my skin
To gaze into those deep green eyes
And fall in love with you all over again
To feel the brush and taste of your sweet lips
As you tell me I’m your man
Oh dear God it’s so hard—
Feeling empty again…

Pendragon
© 6/25/05

Heart out on the sleeve, perhaps, but heart...

I'm reminded of the naming ceremony of the newborn grand-daughter of a friend of mine, when the child's father held her in his arms and spoke his wishes for her future, among which was: "My daughter, I want you to be strong enough to admit when you are weak."

[PrinceMyshkin]

No silly, the new word hasn't been chosen yet. I was waiting for a few more people to tell us about laconic!

My neighbours have taken to walking
their pet anchovy
at peculiar hours of the night. A rather
laconic anchovy it is
or perhaps it is saving its words
of fish wisdom for some other
‘hood. This one
is becoming decidedly déclassé
with that flashy marlin
driving his pimp-mobile
and the three dissimilar
trout sisters with their perfectly
identical Smart cars.
How on earth do they know
which belongs in which?
If the anchovy knows
he isn’t telling.

[ampoule]

Sounds fishy to me. Are you poking fun at some of us? It's very 'cute' with lots of fun images.

Well, to follow "HOME", the next word is.....

Heart

Anyone else?

[Il Penseroso]

Like a weary wanderer funnelled
through his course, beating
the last waves of a feather's lust
for sky

this feeling lingers in the chest

as droplets do in tubes compressed.

[Pendragon]

It's a brave poem Pen, and beautifully done. I hope you share it with your wife, 'cos she's the one who needs to read it.

Oh, she has read it. She is the rock that first convinced me to submmit my poetry to magazines and the rest is history. I always pour emotion into poems or songs, without it, I couldn't write.
Thanks to all of you, and God Bless.

Pen

[motherhubbard]

I know the sound of two hearts beating
One softly in a fast flutter
The other like a battle drum
The two intertwined in a rhythm that is not broken
They grow together and mesh
And as one begins to rest the other takes over
To become the greater sound
The stronger drum
That faces the battle for both

[apples of gold]

I've only been able to read from post #256 onward today, and I am deeply touched by the poems Pen, amp, Bii, Il Penseroso, CdnR, and Mother.

[firefangled]

Birds like black smoke rise
from Autumn's fire. Cool nights
pull fescue from its roots,
and wire grass hunkers down
under the brown and amber past.

I am sad today that I must go,
the Jonquils now are sleeping fast.
Yet gold lies all around; to be,
rather than to seem, a sign
that first green too may last.

My boot print leaves no trace
in your mountain streams. Look
there in a trout's face for me,
or on a patch of once tended ground
where rue grows with the columbine.

What led me here I cannot say
for sure, or what kept me here
was ever meant to be,
but I know my heart was blue
long before I saw your skies.

[stephofthenight]

Heart was the word, correct. This one may be too personal, and if you think so, PM me, and I'll remove it. OK?

Feeling empty again…


Forgive me if I sound bitter
I’ve tried so hard to understand
I know your job is important
And that things can’t always go as planned
But I just came through hell again yesterday
And I can still smell the flames
And here I sit again alone
I’m not saying you’re to blame
It just seems that when I need you most
Other things always get in the way
I can’t fight this battle all alone
I just don’t have the strength
God knows you’ve been more wife to me
Than I ever will deserve
I’d never have made it half this far
If you hadn’t helped to heal the hurt
Oh, but I wish and long to be together
To feel that magic once again
To feel the pain get chased away
By your fingers on my skin
To gaze into those deep green eyes
And fall in love with you all over again
To feel the brush and taste of your sweet lips
As you tell me I’m your man
Oh dear God it’s so hard—
Feeling empty again…

Pendragon
© 6/25/05

Heart out on the sleeve, perhaps, but heart...

pen, beautifully bitter tears will be shed with this poem; but they need to be. it is a beautfiul poem, thank you for allowing us to read it.
steph

[apples of gold]

Birds like black smoke rise
from Autumn's fire. Cool nights
pull fescue from its roots,
and wire grass hunkers down
under the brown and amber past.

I am sad today that I must go,
the Jonquils now are sleeping fast.
Yet gold lies all around; to be,
rather than to seem, a sign
that first green too may last.

My boot print leaves no trace
in your mountain streams. Look
there in a trout's face for me,
or on a patch of once tended ground
where rue grows with the columbine.

What led me here I cannot say
for sure, or what kept me here
was ever meant to be,
but I know my heart was blue
long before I saw your skies.

This is really lovely and full of a sense of release. Thank you fire.


And Steph. Thank you for quoting Pen's poem Feeling Empty Again ...
This one is very moving Pen. It seems that love lost or love being lost is taking over now and I'm just so emotional.

[ampoule]

Heart

Tall, I stand against you and
trace your heart with my fingertip,
the scar so knobbly.

Your skin, so rough, it scratches my cheek,
but I place my ear against you
and hear the pulse of seasons.

Strong arms, I remember, lifted me high
into the sky so I could see a robin's
early breakfast or late night stars.

I put my arms around you and squeeze
and though you do not move,
I know you like it.

Again, with my fingertip, I trace your heart
and the arrow and two chiseled names,
with tears for the pain it caused you.

[apples of gold]

This is charming amp.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I know the sound of two hearts beating
One softly in a fast flutter
The other like a battle drum
The two intertwined in a rhythm that is not broken
They grow together and mesh
And as one begins to rest the other takes over
To become the greater sound
The stronger drum
That faces the battle for both

Those three opening lines are like the stirring sounds of a battle hymn! and the rest is more than up to them. What a moment or two or three it must have been for you in writing them! Did you perhaps get up afterwards, throw open your front door and shout out to the evening sky I've just written a bloody good poem!