My heart upon his warm heart lies,
His heart still beating cries
Apart from its body.
My mind better him dead abides
In the gutter, knife still bloody.
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
His heart still beating cries
Apart from its body.
My mind better him dead abides
In the gutter, knife still bloody.
Last edited by North Star; 05-22-2015 at 12:57 AM.
My hand upon his loving hand,
His fingers tightly pressed.
My wretched ear by some command,
Lay trembling on his chest.
I feel his spirit in its cage:
It slowly ebbs and flows.
Now he has reached his final stage,
His presence comes and goes.
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
His fingers have let go.
Needlessly now my loved one dies
And I shall lay him low.
Two great poems and while very different interstingly both took a somewhat dark tone.
North Star: I thought you fit the line seamlessly into your poem and really made it your own. And I loved the unexpected Poe like turn it took. I didn't see that end coming.
Joe: A beautiful, heartfelt and touching poem. I loved the emtion this one evoked and liked your use of repetition.
This was a hard one but I am going to have to give the win to North Star.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Congratulations, North Star![]()
Thanks Dark Muse and Joe.
Alright, next line is: 'All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses' from Whitman's Song of Myself. Deadline June 19th.
Well, it looks like the Big Bang is on.
What was nothing is now off and gone.
All goes onward and outward,
And nothing collapses, within-ward
Awake with surprise at each dawn.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
A Tale From South Central Texas
The following is in "random break, story form"
Guthrie was heading home after his shift,
from that little brewery down in Shiner.
Beer has been a big part of Guthrie’s life,
a story released over the years,
by installments,
just above the waist;
six pack at twenty
twelve pack at thirty
a doughy case at forty.
And now, fermented at fifty,
a keg strains the last hole on Guthrie’s belt.
One of Guthrie’s tires went flat.
Some would call it a blow out.
Guthrie’s distension, left him no choice,
he called "Lipo’s Fix a Flat" over in Yoakum.
Lipo arrived, spun the lugs, then paused,
pointed at the tire
then chuckled,
the chuckle of irony.
What is it Guthrie inquired,
(for he couldn’t see over his keg.)
The tire company’s slogan,
printed below the name boldly proclaims:
“All goes onward and outward, and nothing collapses”
Guthrie’s face turned red with shame.
What with the summer, I'll be judging this round early tomorrow afternoon latest, GMT DST +2.
I'm a filthy liar..
Delightfully different entries, and excellent use of the line. Winner of this round is Gilliatt Gurgle
You're back in the saddle again. Congratulations Gilliatt![]()
Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thanks, I'm trying to find my way back, sporadic at best, mostly watching from the wings.
How about something from Joseph Conrad's Under Western Eyes..."An act of conscience must be done with outward dignity"
We'll start with 2 weeks and check progress at that time.
"an act of conscience
must be done with outward dignity"
but toast not to your own courage
nor fill trophy cups with your righteousness
nor wear your deeds as ribbons
lest your reward be lost in the end
Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
An act of conscience must be done
With outward dignity
Since others doubting what I’ve done
Too often disagree.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
One gets up on one's high haunches
When speaking of a choice of conscience;
With greatness (I might even say "bignity")
A flapping fig leaf of briefest dignity.