Just in time, David Jenkins pens a submission!

Hearts afire with pain and hope... and maybe some sex?

With just a few days to go, David Jenkins jumps in deeper and deeper with his heart out!

OH MY HEART
by David Jenkins

 

 

 

Oh, my heart! Oh, my heart!

What have I done to you my heart?

 

Filled so with love, my heart, what

Leaks from that shattered shell?

 

Does love so ecstatic so easily

Turn into such painful sadness?

 

Question after question I make,

But nothing ever rings the bell of knowing.

 

So, now is the time to close my

Feeble questioning mind and open

 

Wide my heart where only love, more

Love, shall enter and heal these wounds.

 

Oh, my heart, I sing your praise to

Comfort you in your bitter sorrow and pain.

 

Heart, where love begins. they say there

Is no end.

 

Heart, where life lives in love there

Is no anger.

 

Heart, were hatred cannot survive

The power of love.

 

Perhaps deceit does kill love. Then,

We killed that marriage love long ago.

 

My lies, your pretend-truth to yourself

Of love were deadly twins to the death of love.

 

13 comments

  1. Kyle Katz says:

    David. I really love this. To the point. A sharp point. Clear, concise what love is and isn’t. How quick to die, to kill the flame with blame. “Deadly twins to the death of love.” What happens to uncoil a love gone astray?

  2. Monica Brinkman

    Bittersweet, with truth of many a relationship. So sad, though, as all one must do is realize what they once saw within another, and bring it to the surface. Your poetry speaks of how life can turn the best of relationships into the worst. Well done.

  3. Diane Cresswell says:

    How we choose to express love or not – there in lies the possibilities. You expressed this so elegantly. Thought provoking.

  4. Miryam says:

    I would love to hear you read your poem…. Thorn, is it possible to encorporate a video blog here?? (As if you didn’t have enough to do!)
    Thanks Mr. Jenkins. Lovely work.

    • Thornton Sully

      Interesting possibility, Miryam. I will really look into it. I have a week off with Spring Break, and will be expanding and refining what we can offer all who enter our playground. BTW, we are backlogged in entries–a good thing–so you and others who have entries will need to be patient a bit longer before yours is posted. Love you Miryam…(and I am not alone in that!)

  5. Thornton Sully

    David…Tell us a bit about yourself. Where are you on the planet? Do you have a website for your creative endeavors? Ever publish your stuff in print copy? Book reads? Miryam has got me curious.

    • I split my time between Port Townsend, WA and Ballard, a part of Seattle. I do not have a web site, but I share my poetry and prose memoirs with a few friends. I am recently divorced after 54 years of marriage, as you might guess from the poem I submitted. I fell in love with someone else over twenty years ago and never fell out of love with her. A few years ago I started reading Pablo Neruda in both Spanish and English and after a year or so, Saraswati came and sat on my shoulder bringing her poetry into my soul. I steal it from her and claim it as my own. She was the consort of Brahma, the Goddess of music, poetry , science and wisdom. Kristy Webster is a friend of mine and we are so sorry she has moved away from Port Townsend.

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