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Second Chance
Second Chance
My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb,
like sound sucked empty from a symphony room
where no music played, where no feet light danced.
Gone was my Love, my last best chance.
300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain
as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain.
But a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster
when sorrow’s Beast of impact charges reinless, without master.
My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath.
I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets.
I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon
leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second.
Then Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth
and they stream down rippling in a saline sad froth.
And my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts,
cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart.
I slump in non-recovery. There my energy dwindles longer
teetering on the drip drops of tears crying stronger
and dreading the coming moment I resign to my Fate
without hope of any time, without chance of any mate.
Then Abrupt! The door opens! My Love walks inside
and my heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby.
And just when I thought “All” was lost or dead,
Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread.
Namyh
My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb,
like sound sucked empty from a symphony room
where no music played, where no feet light danced.
Gone was my Love, my last best chance.
300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain
as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain.
But a breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster
when sorrow’s Beast of impact charges reinless, without master.
My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath.
I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets.
I feel the quaking gallop of that Beast’s pounding beckon
leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second.
Then Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth
and they stream down rippling in a saline sad froth.
And my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts,
cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart.
I slump in non-recovery. There my energy dwindles longer
teetering on the drip drops of tears crying stronger
and dreading the coming moment I resign to my Fate
without hope of any time, without chance of any mate.
Then Abrupt! The door opens! My Love walks inside
and my heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby.
And just when I thought “All” was lost or dead,
Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread.
Namyh
Published 18th Dec 2013
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19th Dec 2013 6:27am
This was a pleasure to read. The twist and turns you put my mind through made me feel an array of emotions. You're finishing line is so pure, poetic, and close to home. Thanks for sharing.
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20th Dec 2013 00:26am
ella – It’s high honor indeed when a created work makes a kindred poet feel an array of emotions. I wanted to immerse the reader in the conflicts of the moment. So very happy you found pleasure reading this. Now I’m feelin’ a lot, lot better. Thanks EN. Namyh
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20th Dec 2013 00:29am
flowergirl – I heard this from a close friend and days later the poet in me thought it a fitting story for showing how we sometimes give up on someone who we thought in error gave up on us only to find to our regret that they didn’t. I guess those are the times we can all use a ‘second chance’ to amend our foolishness. Thanks for stopping in for a poetic walk with a little heart and soul flowergirl. Namyh
20th Dec 2013 6:40pm
21st Dec 2013 12:43pm
herstory – Now I’m kinda glad I took out all the slashing carnage, medieval bloodletting, ravaging revenge, cracked glass and overturned furniture I originally intended for this piece. Glad I came to my senses. You’re right herstory. Happy endings do indeed rock and I’m glad this had one for you. Thanks for stopping in to enjoy. Namyh