You can blame the pen that wrote the lines that tore a lover's heart... that siezed my lady from my arms, that caught me naked, wasting breath, trying to account for why I did not see a sunrise in her eyes... you can blame the black and white of letters strewn in reckless lines that tried to piece together skies full of stars that never shined on wishes that the both of us wished awhile when we were young... you can blame the dictionary that kept to itself every word that could have mended broken poems and broken promises some of which I know that she believed... and every word that drops away having little to do or little to say is another gray hair in a head full of gray... I wish I could've shown her how words don't matter at all.
Dear friend, That is one of the best poems you have written, and you have written some corkers in your time (excuse my britishness). It is so full of feeling, so expressive and eloquent. I love your clever and insightful turns of phrase. Stiff upper lip, old fruit!
Wise, wise words...well woven piece with a great choice for a metaphor. Last couple of lines hit too close to home!
wow that is so sad. the air of hopelesness that clings to it is heartbreaking. beautiful writing. P.S. i used to live in houston
nice work, *sigh* yeah, hard to take back words harshly spoken or written. Hope yer back to writing again. thanks
yet with pen on paper words reach within to remind all,.of how words can mean nothing...... this is beautiful man... how the timing always drifts away before the words find a meaning.... like life,like the grey among the hairs of youth......... lovely poem oneundone. lovenpeace from saff......
Thanks, everyone, for all your kind responses! It felt kind of vulnerable to post this...kinda personal. Thanks for making me feel welcome again on the poetry forum! Love, Dan
Hello. I like your poem...I recognised it's author at once, your style is just the same. Welcome back...
