Dumb-Stricken!
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 03-04-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Just when my heart is about to express,
Suddenly this lump comes to my throat,
All twisted, tongue-tied, able to profess,
Not a word, not even a cliche can I quote.
Dumb-stricken my lips; my hope then to touch,
Perhaps your face to softly caress,
Soon knots in my stomach with strangling clutch,
Spread up to my hands which trembling, regress.
Heart beats in wild manner,
Breath seems to fail,
Head whirling in clamor,
Face all a'pale.
Overwhelmed am I now with pent up emotion,
Lost to me, sure, any state of repose,
Fighting back tears to express my heart's notion,
Whose message, arrested, and nothing can disclose.
So, here I sit, full dumb and more mute,
God even weeps, at this man's sorry plight,
Like a tree I can't move, tied by a thick root,
Unable to speak, nothing remains but to write!
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Can't write, don't write, must write, hurts, hurts, and more hurt, words vomitted on page, spewed out of your mouth, easing your soul into quiet satifaction, as your heart struggles to catch up, now we feel better and it doesn't really matter, even if we never say those words to the one we love, the reached the ears of our father up above, tomarrow does come, it is not just a rumor of time, find the reason to this rhyme. Great write, good job, thanks,
Nicely worded poem of the spinelessness a young man gets when faced with any gal he really likes. I like how it's not specific to any setting or situation so that we, the readers, have to speculate whether it's written about someone the narrator has known for a while and is currently somewhat intimate with, or if it's merely a fit of infatuation with the pretty girl with the locker right next to his. We never really know, and it kinda keeps the work from being just another head-in-the-clouds love poem.
I had a crush on the biggest tomboy in the freshman class when I was a freshman in high school. I remember we shared homeroom and I knew when she entered the room because my heart would start fluttering. I wouldn't even have to see her come in, somehow it just knew. Wish I hadn't been socially retarded or I'd have done something about it, 'cause she liked me, too. Ah, well.
How well this describes young men. We have all been there, tongue tied and foolish.
It flows well, even when read aloud....lol.
She may be a glorious creature, far far beyond our reach, however, if we only knew then what we learn as we grow older.
No matter how beautiful and desirable she might be, someone somewhere will have to deal with that monthly trauma,,,,,,,,lol.
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