empathy

Heaviness compiles there

then north into the larynx of a moment,

stifling the instinct of reaction

until poof the mood is set,

harps perish under the drip drop tears

collecting in the softness of her voice.

I wonder if voyeurs are gathering now,

but I cannot remove the door remaining closed

or bare the vision of another gray and dry pursed tsk-tsk

from eyes withering away.

No one understands (how cliché is self pity run riot)

Only the souring whimper of her sobs

crossing her now drooping and moistening 

draw my heart to ache,

the way my heart has never ached 

while the drip drop of pearly tears

fall gently and crash in thuds 

against my empathy. 

They feather flight a way down

against the sailing crosswinds 

of my compassion futile. In this chorus,

my verse has become displaced,

no melody to be found any longer,

the meter is now all wrong.

So I here alone and there she alone

sit in cities adrift in inconsolable throws

while searching for a countermelody

reasonably resounding in the earpiece 

of a nearly adequate simile.

This pitiful mark left not approached.

These irresistible hearts gripping nothing yet.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I always found comfort in the thought we may have been made in pairs and though separate, we struggle and fight to find a whole...your words are gravity.

[paul sal.....]

Sorry for your lose, hearts left behind are always looking for a ride........

[Shirlena]

This is an incredible read...you words are deeper than a creature who burrows and leaves the reader with a satisfying sense of fulfillment just for the pleasure of reading and being inspired. You can really write.

[melissa]

This is a great poem keep up the great work i can't wait to read more

[Emma Claire]

I love the way this poem flows. You have a great way of incorporating unique vocabulary without being overbearing. This was a lovely read.

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a richly layered piece, Xavier - a deep write, well done.

[Linda alexander]

my verse has become displaced,
no melody to be found any longer,
the meter is now all wrong.
Picture perfect poem except emotions are also photographed for readers which makes the poet as real talented, some how you can recreate the exact situation you see in your mind as words, fantastic, loved it

[Rose of many colours]

Two people one out door and the other inside, the observer Inside sees and record. As a poet you have stood above the heights and certainly capture, much emotions...

[Vidya Bacchus]

Lovely lines Xavier.Your poems are always so excellent my friend :)

[Lyn Anderson]

I often feel humbled by the way you write. This is one of those times.:)