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Listen
Listen, and I shall speak
Of lovers' days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
Fighting the fading, greying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
Of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
They kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, but miss the shout
Of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
Never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there, with open eyes
Holding a pillow, to quiet their cries.
They pull the blanket, under their chin
Protecting their hearts, and the love within.
From the cold of night, that steals the heat
And the lonesome look, of an ironed sheet.
No wrinkled twists, no scattered cloth
No candles lit, the flame turned off.
They close their eyes and call on dreams
To recall the love, from memories.
And to the other, in silent prayer
They hope tomorrow, be laying there.
For to wake alone, to listen and sigh
At a candle's hiss, that final goodbye.
To what once was, the day starts cold
So slow to rise, the sun is old.
To lie in bed, to hear no call
Of a morning lover, of nothing at all.
To listen to nothing, but one less beating
From a lover's heart, torn and splitting.
Gone is the day you could try again
Gone are the words, said within.
Gone is the door, never to open
Gone is the key, to let you in.
Gone is the sun and how it glistened
Gone is the moment, once envisioned.
Gone is the chance, you never took then
Gone, is love, and what should've been.
Gone is the lover, the partner, the friend
Gone is everything, except the end.
How it all falls, with a sun unrisen
How dark the day, you didn't listen.
Goodbye is said silent, in the eyes
The candle flutters, then it dies.
And in your heart, what once was red
Turns to blue, then grey, then dead.
And I, the wind, that curls on by
To turn your wish into a sigh.
I'll bring it back, to tease you when
You swear on love, to listen.
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Published 5th Aug 2022
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5th Aug 2022 2:55am
Hey Styx,
Great rhythm and all of the rhyming. I'm feeling the regret and loneliness.
The pic although has two seats - the fact they are empty speaks volumes
Especially with these phrases
At a candles hiss that final goodbye (just wow)
Gone is everything except the end - bam!!! That line is amazing amigo.
You conveyed (in my humble amazing opinion:) what that feels like. The loss
of love but of also the friendship. It's what love's built on.
Bravo Styxian!!
Great rhythm and all of the rhyming. I'm feeling the regret and loneliness.
The pic although has two seats - the fact they are empty speaks volumes
Especially with these phrases
At a candles hiss that final goodbye (just wow)
Gone is everything except the end - bam!!! That line is amazing amigo.
You conveyed (in my humble amazing opinion:) what that feels like. The loss
of love but of also the friendship. It's what love's built on.
Bravo Styxian!!
5th Aug 2022 3:13am
Good evening Del.
That's a picture of my little dining nook in my house. Looks kinda sad huh. Lol.
But, it's cozy when I have a guest. If it's a cozy person type!
Thank you for the kudos on my write! This is one of my better attempts at rhyme, meter, and all of that important stuff. Sometimes I struggle, and yet sometimes it just writes itself out and I literally am just the hand that types. Lol.
When i read other people's rhymes and such, it can put me in the mindset to have a go at it. It really does wonders for me, to read others. It's motivating.
Peace!
That's a picture of my little dining nook in my house. Looks kinda sad huh. Lol.
But, it's cozy when I have a guest. If it's a cozy person type!
Thank you for the kudos on my write! This is one of my better attempts at rhyme, meter, and all of that important stuff. Sometimes I struggle, and yet sometimes it just writes itself out and I literally am just the hand that types. Lol.
When i read other people's rhymes and such, it can put me in the mindset to have a go at it. It really does wonders for me, to read others. It's motivating.
Peace!
5th Aug 2022 3:24am
You may have seat, my poet, would you like something to drink? I have Moet and Fuji Spring water, know that I am here to listen...
Your picture goes so smoothly with your composed words, whereas, when I read your poetic works of art, those lines from my pen somehow materialized. You are such a prolific writer, you really can feel the passion behind your ponders, time after time.. very beautifully whispered if I am allowed to say
Enjoy your evening, my poet...
Your picture goes so smoothly with your composed words, whereas, when I read your poetic works of art, those lines from my pen somehow materialized. You are such a prolific writer, you really can feel the passion behind your ponders, time after time.. very beautifully whispered if I am allowed to say
Enjoy your evening, my poet...
5th Aug 2022 3:31am
I will never ever drink water at that table. It's for wine, or other spirits. So bring what ya got!
Well, sweet tea at dinner time. Lol.
Thank you, for your encouraging comment. You have such a sweet way of replying!
Well, sweet tea at dinner time. Lol.
Thank you, for your encouraging comment. You have such a sweet way of replying!
5th Aug 2022 3:44am
You are humbly welcome and thank you for following that beautiful lead... wink
5th Aug 2022 3:28am
Dear S,
Heavy sigh. This put me in mind of a period piece and I kept envisioning myself walking, alone, endlessly walking and pining for what was lost. I felt like I might actually be hearing the doors of my heart closing. I think you did a very fine job of rhyming in an adult fashion. I’m always quite envious of this ability. The few times I’ve tried it I sound more like a mother goose poem. Your rhyming leant itself to the story and style of the write. Really wonderful, as per. H🌷
PS I think your dinner nook is very cozy. I’ll bring dessert.
Heavy sigh. This put me in mind of a period piece and I kept envisioning myself walking, alone, endlessly walking and pining for what was lost. I felt like I might actually be hearing the doors of my heart closing. I think you did a very fine job of rhyming in an adult fashion. I’m always quite envious of this ability. The few times I’ve tried it I sound more like a mother goose poem. Your rhyming leant itself to the story and style of the write. Really wonderful, as per. H🌷
PS I think your dinner nook is very cozy. I’ll bring dessert.
5th Aug 2022 3:53am
Dessert? I'd sell my soul!
Actually I just made/had some tapioca pudding. I love it even when it's still warm and soupy. I actually don't eat a lot of sweets, especially not on a daily basis. My tea and mocha cover that craving. But once in awhile...
*Funny story. When I was a kid I literally ate and drank any and everything. But I stayed a bean pole. During one of my hospital stays, I was constantly hungry and ringing that bell non-stop. One of the doctors said that if I didn't taper off such a pace, I'd grow up to be obese and diabetic like my mother.
Hahahahahahahahahaha.
I'm not even close to either one. And I'm still a pig. Lol.
As for your comment, thank you H. Trust me, this one wasn't so easy for me to construct right away. It took actual work. But I knew what I wanted, and wanted it to it read well.
The "gone," lines were actually first. And I built around those.
And it mattered to me that I started and finished with the word "listen".
I appreciate your insight on it. And how it made you feel. That's cool.
Have a great evening out there !
Okay, now more dessert??
Actually I just made/had some tapioca pudding. I love it even when it's still warm and soupy. I actually don't eat a lot of sweets, especially not on a daily basis. My tea and mocha cover that craving. But once in awhile...
*Funny story. When I was a kid I literally ate and drank any and everything. But I stayed a bean pole. During one of my hospital stays, I was constantly hungry and ringing that bell non-stop. One of the doctors said that if I didn't taper off such a pace, I'd grow up to be obese and diabetic like my mother.
Hahahahahahahahahaha.
I'm not even close to either one. And I'm still a pig. Lol.
As for your comment, thank you H. Trust me, this one wasn't so easy for me to construct right away. It took actual work. But I knew what I wanted, and wanted it to it read well.
The "gone," lines were actually first. And I built around those.
And it mattered to me that I started and finished with the word "listen".
I appreciate your insight on it. And how it made you feel. That's cool.
Have a great evening out there !
Okay, now more dessert??
Anonymous
5th Aug 2022 6:05am
As many here have commented, wonderful rhythm and music!
Nice!
Nice!
6th Aug 2022 3:15pm
4th Feb 2024 3:43pm
A fantastic poem. I can feel the loneliness and emptiness here. Great visual as well. Excellent!!
