Day: February 28, 2018

Broken Heart Strings ~ #poetry #RomanticTuesday

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 1 Comment

Come listen to these beautiful words sing in your heart!

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


I hear your sounds, in the silence of the night

The wee hours call to me, your song, so right

The one you played incessantly, day after day

The one I played, to comfort me, when you went away

This memory I have of you, sings forever, in my heart

It lets me keep you close to me, now that we’re apart

Until the day, we meet again, your song shall ever play

Upon my broken heart strings, there, is where they’ll stay

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0

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The Wind

~ thereluctantpoet

Do not miss Angela’s beautiful piece on “The Wind”, trees and life!

Heart Breathings

I cannot control the wind
or it’s constant metamorphose,
I listen to the rustling of the leaves,
and watch the tree tops sway,
I feel it’s force against my cheeks
as my heels dig into the ground

I fight achingly against each sudden surge,
and lean in with all my might,
while it gainfully gusts,
and steadily swirls,
any way it chooses,
with no conscience, no regret

until I’m left squarely standing,
slightly swaying like the tops of trees,
I close my eyes, feet firmly planted,
listening to more than the leaves

I hear my inner voice, shouting,
‘I have not acquiesced’

for, I know,
I cannot control the wind,
nor can it control me

-Image credit rhads.deviantart.com, a beautiful piece of art!; reworking of an older poem, one of my favorites

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Burial

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 2 Comments

Have you had a proper “Burial” for your unfulfilled dreams?

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This is not a dirge for my shattered dreams,

Nor a lament for my unrealised wishes,

I just want to finally bury, my callow fantasies,

That spurred me on my onward journey.

Youth painted a spangled vision

With warm and vibrant hues.

Reality dulled the colours and the spangles proved tacky,

Dashing to smithereens some of my hopes.

Heartbroken and at times teary-eyed,

I gathered all the broken shards

And kept them in safekeeping

As mementos of my youthful past,

Of innocence lost and

Of hard knocks life mete out to me.

I don’t rue the unfulfilled dreams

For not all dreams can come true,

But it crushed my idealism, romanticism and my naivety,

That was the bedrock of all my aspirations.

I am older now and hopefully wiser,

I realise the futility of carrying this burden.

So, I have decided to give a decent burial

To dreams that could…

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