Lost Poet

Broken heart and poetry...

 

Lost Poet

 

This desk of scattered papers,

blotted ink and envelopes…

passages penned and tossed

in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart

 

Distance frames the walls of

the addressed…since canceled   

 

Splintered dreams on the edges are worn,

time has shaved the moments…the places

on broken calendars swinging freely

of lost dates scratched within the numbered boxes

 

Sorrow carved in the fine oak grain

by an empty pen with dulling point…blackened

 

Poetry sits meaningless

with rhyming phrases of hope…wishes

begging for but a brief visit,

only to be discarded between reams of teardrop leaflets

 

Verses formed deep within a vacant heart,

a lonely space, emptied by the loss

 

I write in an absolute mist,

fog induced renditions of another’s touch

formulating in the same words…always the same words,

repeating in the darkness that sighs in rhythm of a flickering candle flame

 

Over and over and over,

echoing the halls of this barren home

 

Shadows drain the breath

of hopeless desires…built on manicured dreams

within a world collapsing in shredded

prose, and fractured fingers, still writing

 

I am lost without you…

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Jack this is a deeply sad and poignant piece of writing that resonates with anyone who has experienced loss. It flows at a funeral march rhythm and ends with a forlorn regretful exhalation of breath.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much John. I appreciate your kind words

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A deeply heartbreaking poem... the poem packs a powerfully emotional punch.

[Jack...]

Thanks so nvery much

[Emerald Seas]

Did you just miss the part in one of my last reviews that I had a good day, before sending this RR? ;-)
I've been in that place a thousand times of late. Can't tell you how many discarded writes have vanquished from sight, fully written, or barely begun due to being captured by the thoughts that linger all the time.
I felt it, through every line, the emotion wells up because I can relate to this every moment. Forever the romantic poet, love is felt in this write, even if it is not within grasp.
Okay, I think that took the edge off my last glass of wine! Time to stop reading for tonight. :)

[Jack...]

Sorry my friend, But thank you so much for reading and feeling something in my work.

[Emerald Seas]

No worries, Jack. Just a relatable topic that hits each if us that have been there. Have a great day!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The last line alone leaves me with a melancholy ache... I love this piece; so beautiful and yet so tragic. I'm entranced by your imagery here. I see the desk, the papers, the letters unsent, and the poet, unable to committ language to paper due to loss. Well done!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. I am pleased you enoyed it. I always appreciate hearing from you.

[Baby Ricochet]

Rather different piece for you sir. More free verse prose. Still loaded with emotion though. Outstanding.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I just posted this about 3 minutes ago.