My Breaking Heart

The sky rumbles and
Flickers, flashing its response
To my breaking heart.

Rumbles and flashes,
Flickers and crashes, echoes
Of my broken heart.

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Sailor’s Promise

His smile was full of promise,
And his eyes were full of cheer,
And I smiled each and every time
That he would hold me near.

His arms were full of strength
And love was on his lips,
And even though he longed to stay,
He left me for a ship.

But soon – so soon, he said –
He promised he’d be back,
And with pockets full of gold, he said,
“I promise I’ll be back.”

Long days and nights I waited,
As summer gave way to fall,
And once I thought I saw him down the
Dock, standing straight and tall.

But when his ship returned,
My smiles came to an end,
For though he’d sworn to come for me,
He’d met a watery end.

Full fifty men he’d saved, they said,
But he did not survive,
And though I longed to hold him close,
I could not death contrive.

That night as I lay sleeping
In my bed so soft and warm,
I saw my brave young Danny boy,
And he was safe from harm.

“I love you,” whispered I,
As I held him close again,
“And I wish that things could be once more
The way they were back then.”

“I know, my love,” he whispered,
“And share your wish do I,
But it was my time to bid farewell.
It was my time to die.”

I woke with tears upon my pillow,
As they streamed freely down my face,
And I know there’ll never be a one
Who can truly take his place.

I’ll miss you, my sweet Danny boy,
Each morning, noon, and night.
I’ll see you soon, sweet Danny boy,
When I turn out the light.

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Writing 201: The poetry challenge

Because my creativity well has gone a bit dry, I decided to sign up for WordPress’s Writing 201 course again.  It’s a poetry course, and I had so much fun with the last  one that I couldn’t resist doing it again.

Today’s post calls for a haiku on screens.  I wrote so many haiku at one point that I even began to think in the form, but with this challenge, I’ve had a little more trouble.  Screens are everywhere, but they really don’t get my poetic motor running, so I decided to try something a little bit different.  This haiku sequence is brought to you by the vision of a dressing screen that flashed into my head as I tried to get to sleep last night.  I hope you’ll enjoy it. 🙂

brickwallSeparated from
Each other by naught but a
Screen, the two lovers

Poured out their hearts, full
Of longing, to the dark night.
So close, and yet so

Far away, the screen
Might have been a wall, thick and

As stone and mortar
Against the cries of the two
Lovers’ broken hearts.

What do you think about when you think of screens?  Do you think of computers and cell phones and TV, or do you think of something a little more old-fashioned?

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