Quiet November Places

Experimenting with line breaks.

Quiet November Places

I no longer own my heart,

except for in quiet

November places, when

our hushed silences 

intermingle...the irony of

situations does nothing

to help except to bring us

even closer (perhaps),

and I realize that

I no longer own my heart.

I found solace in holding

on to mere wisps of my

perceived images of you,

and this extra pillow around

which I wrap my arms in hopes

of feeling closer to you,

does nothing to help except

to bring me back to reality

(even more), and I realize that

I no longer own my heart.

I like to think it is somewhere..

somewhere safe, within

your grasp ...

Author's Note

A bit cliched but oh well ;P

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You are definitely in 2s and 3s this week! I am not sure if we own anything of our self except our will. It seems as if the world owns our heart and soul..plucking our heart from the torture it beats upon our human form. twisting it and squeezing every last drop that it tries to satisfy its own hunger with...but I guess Im in that morbid state today and your in a loving lost beauty one where life and love feel like the wind blowing along ...just ahead of you...like a wayward kite...sorry Im rambling...not enough warmth and coffee yet. Your piece leaves me much to revel in. Thank you YumnaKay as always Im greatly satisfied and moved by your wondering wandering.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Nah, not rambling at all, my friend. I love your words here. Thank you so much for appreciating this one, Queenie :D

[Coyote Poetry]

Not cliched, wonderful use of words.
"I like to think it is somewhere..
somewhere safe, within
your grasp ..."
The safety of love embrace. Utopia for the people who are blessed. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Utopia, indeed...thank you so much for your lovely words here and for appreciating, John :))

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Poet.