The Comment

I was sitting at my desk with my heart in my hands.

By my heart I mean my phone, within it the name of the man I love,

within it no messages from him..no calls.

I sat at my desk with a black pen and white paper, and prayed in the only way I know how:

with written words, smeared with silent fear and constant worry.

I prayed, and yet he still did not reach for me.

Yet, I felt okay.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I couldnt help but wonder why this woman was holding her own heart. Was it torn out? In the beginning it felt like it. But, as I read on, it just seemed as if she had decided to give her heart to someone who had not taken any effort to receive it. There was a lot going on here. There was the desensitization we have suffered from in this digital age vs the personal touch of the pen and paper. The phone was sort of an illusion and the pen touching the paper grounded me to the experience. The purging of the emotions through the writing seemed to give some relief, but in the end, I hadn't made up my mind whether it calmed the spirit, simply took the edge off, or left the woman with hope that they will still connect. Still, I believe she saw beauty in that heart that lay in her hands undisturbed. I think that tells her that she will be ok. There still lies a lot of risk in disturbing that beauty. There is alot to think about. You have a real talent for creating space for the human spirit to exist and showing us exactly how our existence fits into this world. That seems to be a skill unique to yourself.

[redzone]

and here is poetry: "with written words, smeared with silent fear and constant worry." Simple words, but painting the emotions of waiting for the one you love to call or message .. to have human touch and contact, even if by phone...

And the end was nice as well... you want contact but you are not defined by him, too many think they are not good or something is wrong with them if he doesn't call... anyway, this is how I read your words Kat... thanks for sharing your words..
~~redzone

[Kat Leila]

You read them so correctly...thank you for seeing the meaning!

[Coyote Poetry]

Waiting is always very hard. I dislike waiting. The mind begin to think too much and we learn worry and concern. I like the internal thoughts and concern in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kat Leila]

It reminds me of the Dr.Seuss book called 'The waiting place'

[Coyote Poetry]

No-one like to wait. I must research the Dr. Seuss book. "the waiting game"