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Second Chance
Second Chance
My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb,
like sound sucked empty from a symphony room
where no music played, where no feet light danced.
Gone was my Love, my last best chance.
300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain
as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain
but a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster
when sorrow’s Beast of impact charges reinless, without master.
My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath.
I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets.
I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon
leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second.
Then Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth.
They stream down rippling in a saline sad froth
and my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts,
cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart.
I slump in non-recovery. There my energy dwindles longer,
teetering on the drip drops of tears crying stronger.
I dread the coming moment I resign to a Fate
without hope of any time, without chance of any mate.
Then Abrupt! The door opens and my Love walks inside.
My heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby
and just when I thought “All” was lost or dead,
Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread.
Namyh
My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb,
like sound sucked empty from a symphony room
where no music played, where no feet light danced.
Gone was my Love, my last best chance.
300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain
as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain
but a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster
when sorrow’s Beast of impact charges reinless, without master.
My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath.
I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets.
I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon
leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second.
Then Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth.
They stream down rippling in a saline sad froth
and my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts,
cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart.
I slump in non-recovery. There my energy dwindles longer,
teetering on the drip drops of tears crying stronger.
I dread the coming moment I resign to a Fate
without hope of any time, without chance of any mate.
Then Abrupt! The door opens and my Love walks inside.
My heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby
and just when I thought “All” was lost or dead,
Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread.
Namyh
Published 26th Feb 2024
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26th Feb 2024 1:59pm
Coffee and bread what a treat your love can bring,
is it for the rhyme sake, or is it really a good metaphor ? i long to know this final line.........
thanks for sharing this final release.........
is it for the rhyme sake, or is it really a good metaphor ? i long to know this final line.........
thanks for sharing this final release.........
1st Mar 2024 1:58am
PD - I originally had a story in mind of caustic carnage, medieval bloodletting, ravaging revenge along with riot filled brawls and knocked down fisticuffs with overturned furniture. But then I realized it was only my “uncool-ness” talking after being let loose. Fortunately I found its leash and my return to sanity afforded me a second chance’ to do it right and maybe shine some poetic light that hopefully comes with a sense of clarity. Hope this helps. Thanks Poetic Delight. Namyh
