October Poems 2024 >> broken strings—broken wings

A poem for each day of the month in which I was born        
         
DAY 29        
broken strings—broken wings        
         
the spot you’ve left here vacant        
no longer find i fragrant,        
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.        
the voices i am hearing        
have petrified my bearing        
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.  
         
that cold october morning,        
without the slightest warning,        
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,        
for you had  felt the calling        
of passions more enthralling,        
and i was so disgusting so supine.        
         
but where do broken hearts go,        
when love flies out the window        
and leaves them cold and barren, lost and torn?        
what do they make of grieving,        
to see their whole world heaving,        
as on life’s hinges they are left forlorn?        
         
why are the songs not singing        
the cheer they should be bringing,        
where harps are plectrumed by their broken strings?        
why are the tears not easing        
the pain they should be seizing,        
where hopes are fulcrumed by their broken wings?        
         
'tis better to have loved once,        
when all the world was romance,        
and every pulse the consequential gain;      
than never to have suffered,        
like any fool or coward,        
who knows not true love’s mother’s womb is pain.        
         
© Copyright 2024 October 31        
by Clyve A. Bowen♫