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.
It seems quite a few of us are interpreting this prompt in terms of love and romance!
ReplyDeleteI started off well with the Bencher quote. Fits well. You know I've been there too, and beyond, there is an in between too. Vulnerable and available are words for that, they think. One of my buddies' wives actually came out of the lou naked and had me in bed. I resisted and quickly jumped out. Oh yes, I still had my clothes on. I learned later there is a game for that.
ReplyDeleteOff the subject of topic, construction too now. I always marvel at your rhyme and the interior rhyme was jumping out at me. I did write a mini Acrostic comment of sorts this morning
Oops, Ai sneaked in where not wanted. "Beecher"
DeleteA risk taker...winner takes all ...loser learns to cope attitude is either courageous or foolhardy depending on the individual. The love stakes is never easy to negotiate for certain folk. A positive poem with glimmers of joy. and hope.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE LOVE how you worked yourself (if this is autobiographical) out of the depths of gloom to emerge triumphant. Great poem too.
ReplyDeleteYes, you must hope.
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting to me to see how love is a predominant theme in so many pieces. It is one of the greatest acts of trust, with a lot to teach us, if we let it.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the pull out of the despair and aloneness. Good to have hope.
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