My pen pleads

At a loss for words, but not at a loss for missing you

 

My pen pleads

 

Lonely nights offer moments of silence

and one dish suppers where candlelight seems a waste

Seated with pen in hand, I smooth the ruffles beneath

as if that will help the words flow

 

Upon closer inspection I find

heart shaped patterns on the dining room tablecloth

mimic the movements of my hand,

layered one atop another, calling on each to oblige

 

Crossing lines, intersecting at pre-destined points,

repeating in harmony with one another

as my thoughts gather in the tiny squares

of this colored graph paper staring at me, waiting

 

Moving in sync with butterfly curves on the corners

and scribbled etchings along borders,

fantasies of a mind in a dream state

swirl, touching each box of this formatted design

 

Folds neatly collect the shapes of spilled ink

seeping slowly through the cloth

like raindrops on a leaf following the veins

in an abstract yet confined flow

 

To the blurred eye sits nonsense,

a collection of nothing on a vast white sheet

dancing like uneven feet on a rounded floor

of no particular meaning or feature

 

Yet to me, my penned doodling calls loudly,

even in the darkness of lost words, these patterns,

as is everything found filling me is you…

and my pen pleads in heart shaped longings

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Angel]

What a talented pen you do have, Hun! That doodle is perfect...
And the poem...as the kids say, it rocks! Or, as we used to say when I was a kid...it grooves. It is absolutely psychedelic...copacetic...and other such graffiti-type terms.
All we need now is a VW mini-van, an acoustic guitar, and a big hairy dog...

[Jack...]

Don't forget a Frisbee Angel. Thanks so much my sweet friend. You always bring smiles a s gifts to me.

[Zahra]

Truly exquisite and another stunningly beautiful and unique piece jack... amazingly penned

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Zahra. Your kind words are always music to me ears.

[Night]

You portrayed this scene so beautifully. I can almost taste the yearning and smell the scent of ink and burnt out candles. You paint a lonely, yet strangely romantic picture with a crafted pen.

Thank you for sharing!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for taking the time to read and leave such kind words about my poem. I appreciate you stopping by.

[icelandicblue]

This is very poignant, the company of a pen rather than love is lonely indeed.

[Jack...]

At least we have the pen...thanks so much Anne.

[MsJewel]

Sweet and romantic Jack. I could feel the emotion, the longing, written with such tenderness. Truly a beautiful poem.

:) Julie

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend

[Pryde Foltz]

You capture a listlessness that comes when you love someone so dearly but there is nothing to be done. I am reminded of 'counting flowers on the wall.."

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Pryde. As always, I appreciate you.

[MikeV]

Jack, this poem is amazing my friend! :)
such visuals and emotion

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Mike.

[Chris]

A great bet with J Todd... good voice on reading this.

[Jack...]

So you are that Chris huh? You did a great job yourself my friend. Screwed this one up a bit, but I recovered it I think.

[Chris]

You did well Jack...

[Rita L. Sev]

heart shaped patterns on the dining room tablecloth
mimic the movements of my hand...

This scene is so clear, Jack - the desire for one's love spills into every aspect... Wonderful!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Rita. Your kindness thrills me always.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes feelings are so hard to put into exact words...this is a great example of the poet struggline to find a way to say it...but you do say it well, Jack...the longing is felt..the one placesetting...the missing is evident...i am in a long distance relationship and we go through this constantly...both missing each other..

imagining...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Jacob, so you do know exactly how I feel.