Calling

Bleeding hearts ricochet through the forest,

with cries and begs and pleads for morning.

The piercing chills crumble through porous screams,

your voice is all I hear in the clapping of the leaves.

I search for you, groping the soupy muds under my toes,

calling your name, my own vocalization bestows.

The thirsty winds deceive me, tapering off through the trees,

As I beg and plead of the others, please,

You must stop flirting with the melodies.

I choke a cry, one last cry you may ever hear,

the syllables of your name strengthening in a soothing, yet painful note of grace.

Reviews

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Your talent continues to flourish.You take us into the forrest of your life and show us a hidden spot of sadness.

[Judy Ponceby]

Well done and so sad.

[Derek S.Keck]

You have such range with all of your work. Every thing you right has a different style, yet it all hits at the heart.

[sentimental~ galore]

sorrowful and sophisticated.

[Lily Mae]

The longing and desperation felt here is amazing. I almost feel like shes ready to lose consciousness and his name is the last words spoken.. I really love it.. x