»
Main Forums
»
Open Poetry #50
»
Second Chance
| Open Poetry #50 |
|
Second Chance |
|
|
Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Second Chance My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb, like sound sucked empty from a symphony room where no music played, where no feet light danced. Gone was my Love, my last best chance. 300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain. But a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster when sorrow’s Beast of impact charges reinless, without master. My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath. I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets. I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second. Then Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth and they stream down rippling in a saline sad froth. And my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts, cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart. I slump in non-recovery. There my energy dwindles longer, teetering on the drip drops of tears crying stronger and dreading the coming moment I resign to a Fate without hope of any time, without chance of any mate. Then Abrupt! The door opens! My Love walks inside and my heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby. And just when I thought “All” was lost or dead, Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread. Namyh |
||
| © Copyright 2019 Namyh - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Hello Namyh ~ Don't you just love second chances?! A delightful read my friend and loved the happy ending  Hope your holidays were goodAlana |
||
|
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
quote:Great line among the many! Thoroughly enjoyed reading this well-crafted 'wordwork', Namyh. ...just bein' Bluesy |
||
|
Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Alana, Alana - So good to hear from the Goddess of Hugs. A poet needs a "second chance" to feel pinklish again. Thanks a lot for giving me mine and for enjoying. Namyh |
||
|
Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Bluesy - Okay! Here it is in a nutshell. The argument was the night before. When I heard the door slam in the morning, I thought well that’s it; it’s all over and I regretted it. Upon Love’s reappearance, I realized that I had paid a price for losing faith in someone dear who hadn’t lost faith in me. What kind of a poet would I be if I didn’t immerse the reader in both the bleak and bliss of that poetic moment of pain. LOL. Thanks Bluesy. Namyh P.S. – Now I wonder if I can get a grill cheese sandwich with that bread ! LOL. |
||
|
augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
Love that happy ending Namyh, & you have always been the Master at rhyme. Good to read you again Poet. ~Don't Quit Your Day Dream~ |
||
Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Namyh...I felt your pain and in that last line my hurt turned to happiness. Enjoyed...Paul |
||
|
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
the saddness and pain that rejection brings is harsh and sends chills to the bone... I remember this....your words bought that kind of pain alive... Hugs |
||
|
Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Augustsky - Light travelling at 1 Billion feet per second won't hurt you. Sound travelling at 1 Thousand feet per second plus won't injure you. But Pain travelling at 300 feet per second is definitely faster to be felt and at those speeds anything is liable to break, even hearts. Always good to hear from the one and only Sky. So let it be written. So let it be done. Namyh |
||
|
Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Paul - I originally had a story in mind of caustic carnage, medieval bloodletting, ravaging revenge along with riot filled brawls and knocked down fisticuffs with overturned furniture. But then I realized it was only my “uncool-ness” talking. Fortunately I found the leash to my sanity and it afforded me a ‘second chance’ to do it right and maybe shine a little poetic light on some kindred poets who often shine theirs on me. Thanks Paul for spendin' a spell. Namyh |
||
|
Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
LeeJ - Pain, rejection with an icy chill to the bone were the initial sentiments motivating the first write 'til I realized that written differently perhaps more could be derived leaving this work than first coming to it. Poets! Go figure! Thanks LJ for stopping by. Namyh |
||
|
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
I think maybe this piece could apply to the feelings of children also, like when a parent gets so angry and punishes, spanks, and/or seemingly to the child, totally rejects them - or even less. There is the same emotion and emotional thought processes - and then, "The door opens!" I remember - though those occasions were so many, many years ago. Although, me, I would now hold out for beignets - - - toast just wouldn't be enough . . . enjoyed, j. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
