There is a crying
that happens at night
when the dark deepens
and the void
inside grows larger
Nocturnal creatures
with razor sharp teeth
silently gnaw
at the edges
of belly and heart
The soul at my center
is thin-boned and aches
My heart feels stretched
between settling for
and hoping for
I breathe and wait...
I cannot end the tension
by choosing
the ruthless cutting away
nor can I sink languidly
beneath the waters
I am still awake and the
pain scars through me
I will not pray for
release from this wound
that will never heal
This wound that freed
my feelings and
saved my life
I pray for the courage
and patience
to be strong enough
to allow myself
to be weak enough
to keep my heart open
for sustenance
to fill this skeletal frame
I breathe and wait...
that happens at night
when the dark deepens
and the void
inside grows larger
Nocturnal creatures
with razor sharp teeth
silently gnaw
at the edges
of belly and heart
The soul at my center
is thin-boned and aches
My heart feels stretched
between settling for
and hoping for
I breathe and wait...
I cannot end the tension
by choosing
the ruthless cutting away
nor can I sink languidly
beneath the waters
I am still awake and the
pain scars through me
I will not pray for
release from this wound
that will never heal
This wound that freed
my feelings and
saved my life
I pray for the courage
and patience
to be strong enough
to allow myself
to be weak enough
to keep my heart open
for sustenance
to fill this skeletal frame
I breathe and wait...
Author notes
Option 4) what's on your mind
write about anything that's been on your mind lately
for this I guess you should only add
prewrites if they are newer.
Picture: Courtesy of "PhotoBucket"
A contest entry
- A Whole Lot Of Options by reckless abandon.
450 points, ended May 9, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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now it's maa's turn to meet you through your verse ...

I am so touched ...
your words seem to come from a profound well you have digged into the soil of your soul ... the purifying waters of wisdom coming from the source blessing us ...
"to be strong enough
to allow myself
to be weak enough
to keep my heart open"
for me, these few lines say it all - they nourish and water my seed ...
thank you so much,

maa


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The thoughts are chilling in this piece, but I liked reading it. Thanks for entering the contest.
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Creepy........ But yet...... very good....... congrats on the write.... best of luck in the contest...

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nicely done.... yes, sometimes we are mere skin and bone potential... thank you for entering.
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Waiting for the beautiful or at least nominal. that which is empty waiting to be filled or completed. This write is also ethereal and dreamatic. No I didn't mean dramatic. I meant dreamatic as in an almost illusion or dream. I don't know what the contest holder is looking for, but you should fair well regardless. RC


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"The soul at my center
is thin-boned and aches "
I love these lines. A real depth of perception is expressed here.
I breathe....
and
I wait.
Excellent. ~Pamela


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Lovely entry in poem, "There is a crying." The gnawing nightly contemplations wearing on your bones, your heart's decisions, the WAITING, scaring pain, life giving wound, your prayer for an open heart - all wonderful and a key to a life of wisdom and compassion.
I feel this one in my bones and racing on my skin.
Marlene -
I pray for the courage
and patience
to be strong enough
to allow myself
to be weak enough
to keep my heart open
for substance
to fill this skeletal frame
an excellent write! I particularly liked this stanza which says so much about courage and how strength is often found in endurance rather than brute force. Well done

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wow. i can feel the echos of pain as you "breathe and wait" i really like the way this piece is put together and how it flows, best of luck.
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