“The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.” - Henry Ward Beecher
The prompt from “Poets and Storytellers United” this week is to write something inspired by the quote: “Don’t be afraid to start over. This time you’re not starting from scratch, you’re starting from experience.” Here is my poem:
Once More…
Once more alone,
A silent phone.
All on my own…
After you left, there was an empty space,
With ghostly images wearing your face;
My heart a burnt out field, a vacant lot
Survival in a polar waste my only thought.
I closed myself up, built a protective wall
Excluded joys, songs, happinesses all.
Now by myself, how time drags and stops
And life expires, turns into a rotting corpse.
I’m all alone, beside a silent phone,
Nobody rings, nobody talks nor sings.
My house a tomb, each room in gloom,
My heart of ice, paying the price.
And then she came, and a sun ray shone,
Her voice so sweet with measured tone.
Whispered my name and made me hope
That maybe I could go on, live and cope…
Once more, my heart began to quickly beat
Once more, each morning I could dare to greet;
How such a fleeting glance renews desires,
How such a single word can light such fires?
I’m happy dating, by the phone waiting,
I know she’ll call, I’ll risk another fall;
For love again, a poisoned cup I’ll drain,
And roll the dice, and pay whatever price…
Walking a tightrope,
Once more I hope
That I will cope…
Here’s the poem set to music, and you can find all my music in my “Otidorchestre” channel or listen to it on YouTube, Spotify, Amazon, Deezer, Flo, Pandora, and other music sharing sites.
FFF707 - TIBOUCHINA
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