As I sit in this my room and gather
Quiet thoughts around me, I
See fleeting shadow-shapes of
Those I thought I knew to be the
Loves of all eternity.
Cruel fate will often test your mettle
And make you writhe in soul-less
Agony of what was lost and seeming
Cannot be claimed unto thine heart
For no more price than a vicious and
A lying lie.
The fleeting shadow-shapes torment
As one by one they drift slowly past
Calling with a banshee wail to look
Upon their visage and see the loss
The pain, the torment, of a human
Heart that has been rent in more than
Twain.
To gather up the pieces of a broken heart
Cannot be done, for with the gathering
And the touch, they turn to smoke
And makes you wonder were they
There at all?
But if they weren't then why the pain
Why the hurt, the wailing of a loveless
Heart that once knew joy and beauty
Of a sharing so intense that all became
As one.
Tis often said that strength will come
From what does not kill, but this I
Question strongly, for where is my
Strength now?
The strength that was my right and theirs
From loving and being loved with depths
Of meaning and equal feeling one and all
The same.
I am sore weary now, having travelled
A long, long way and feel that my travels
May be done.
For in this there is no point
No reason to continue on-- for what?
I am told pick up my staff and
Carry on, for the suffering that would
Be caused by my not being, would also
Be a price that I must pay.
But what of my reward for having
Given what I am told was laughter, love
and tears of quality so rare that not
Again will they be matched?
'Twould seem the scales are unbalanced
And balanced they must be, as they will
Find their own level in spite of thee and me
And vain attempts to forestall the banshee
Gathering come to claim their prize.
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I like these kind of poems best as you know, but you do it with more style and grace than I do.
It's always sad when hearts are broken fro any reason, yet I also believe when God closes one window he opens another and the wins and losses do eventually balance out. In my case, my losses
built a path which led me to the jackpot.
On the technical sight I could not find anything to quibble over, even with your salty pen.
This was a very sad piece, with wonderful descriptions of forms of questions we've all asked ourselves at one point or another. I like how you reword common thoughts into more elegant poetry-paragraphs in this piece. Some of the parts remind me of a few songs I've heard, but not so much that it feels unoriginal.
I've become really annoying with originality rants, huh? XD I've read a lot of poetry...but it still must be annoying.
Anyway, great work! This is one of my favorites from your library of poetry.
This is a moving, heart-rending poem. I was bothered at first by the old English words that appeared but a second reading made them more comfortable. Descriptive words like "banshee screaming" reach out and grab the reader. Thank you for expressing the most painful of all emotions, a love lost. dale
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