Mar
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.
Tiffany V
I integrate Transformative Language Arts into any work I do, and I work with people all over the world, but I can't tell you who they are, due to NDAs! I was once told, “you exude art.” So, I decided to spend the rest of my life helping other like-minded individuals get to do the same. Let’s do something magical together!
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?
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.
Very much enjoyed this sing-song parade of love.
I like your reply.
How we choose to express love or not – there in lies the possibilities. You expressed this so elegantly. Thought provoking.
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.
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!)
Your Fourth stanza/seventh line I felt the power behind your voice within my heart.
Underlying your good poem is an admonishment to new and old lovers: let your heart talk it out before you rush head- and heart-long into love’s fire.
Nice work, David!
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.
I think Stevie Smith’s “Not Waving But Drowning” is your poem.