Poetry Abandons Me

With an eagle's flight over the horizon
Weariness overwhelms me
And I am numb
To the callings of the world
Poetry abandons me with every hollow
Heartbeat
I gaze at the whispering of the trees
Unmoved
I raise my eyes to the eyes of God
And ask Him to kiss the festering sores in my
Heart
My gait falters, I am called by gravity
To bruise the earth
Come ye frigid winds and rains
I need ye to pierce my heart
And shake my soul
I fail quietly, smiling at the world
Let me be a comfort to His weeping children.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Poetry dont come to me..feel my soul drywhats happening to me ,words lost their way right to me
how i feel so hollow,how the tears gather all over me,feel very distrought like i am lost,lost everything
without my stregth i feel no life,without words i would rather die..these are my tools
they have carried me always through,without them i cant change none ,surly not me
i am rather stuck ,i am losing faith..please God whats wrong with me
what lovely thoughts ,there are times when we feel dry like nothing left to say or cry
its words that moves us..words only keeps us alive..poets
lovely write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

I am honored Blues...and terribly glad...
Oh Orlando...whether You acknowledge Him or not..He is there...depend upon it! If these my simple words have lifted Your chin then I am overjoyed...ecstatic! Thank YOU ! :)

[R J Askew]

Ach, I love this ... it captures my mood precisely ... with the exception that there is no god looking down on me, only work, work and more work with nothing to show for it ...
I sometimes lose my faith in this site, but then I find a few lines that make me lift my chin once more. Thank you.

[bluessadmood]

I just wanted to add how i was so moved by this..really

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:) Thank You, Blues for Your lovely, moving review :) Yes..words..words...they are often like medicine for a weeping soul :)

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:) I do not think I could stop writing forever...it is too big a part of me..I have dry days or weeks but then I write more and more as if caught in a fever...
Never.. we may be the silent ones, the unnoticed, but we are the ones who speak in loud tones on paper covered in ink

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. may poetry never abandon you ... this feeling of abandonment and isolation that you craft beautifully ... oddly enough ... leads to the quietest and most profound of submissions ... but let it not be one to silence ... let's be bereft of everything but not our words ...