A Loss to Words

A Loss to Words

Russ Polsky

Just lying there

Creation

The very essence of the heart which beats inside my chest

It is not the thump thump that is heard or felt

But the space between each

The silent space between each beat

I crave

 

She came alive in my words

I attempted to push in beside her

And writing myself in

She was lost to my words

 

I came to find her

But instead found myself staring back at me

Not like a mirror

For our smiles different

Mine diffident

And his suppressing surly anger

Angry at

A loss to words

 

The more I wrote

The further she retreated

The deeper I looked

The shallower I became

No I wonder what it is I become

And I am

A loss to words

 

Now there is nothing that will describe it

This latent feeling that crawls through my bones

No earthly statement to relate the starvation

When through my words she roamed

 

No longer sated

No longer hungry

No longer longing

No longer lonely

Not desperate

Not committed

Whatever it is

A loss to words

Reviews

[Liderien]

eloquent and so moving. Your words capture my heart in ways I cannot explain. It tears at the essence of me. The feeling I gets overwhelms me at the way you put these words together. I can only sit in awe of them.

sad, deep piece, well written

[Rusty]

Finally fixed

[Rusty]

Unfortunately I have not been able to break this into the stanza's that the original is written in which I believe works much better. Thank You all for the reviews!

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. what an amazingly poetic insight into a creative mind ... beautifully written ... poignant and powerful poetry ... perhaps "she" will be a catalyst again soon ... "she" already is ... but maybe "she" needs more attention ... so that you can write even more beautiful poetry to fill "the silence space between each beat" ...

[Sandy Beach]

This a very strong poem containing thoughts I'm not sure I understand, but still found to be intriguing.

[The White Wolf]

I love this. It is as if it was written for the muse of literature, that has come to you, and silently departed, leaving you speechless. A very fitting metaphor for writers block.