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Love Looked at Me and Laughed and other poems - 13. a heart too young to know

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Poem No. 34

 

What can all the fierce greenness of spring

possibly mean to a heart without love.

 

The emptiness there

cannot be filled by

the entire intake of the eyes.

 

I cannot see the spring for its worth;

cannot fill my heart empty of your love.

 

 

         

Poem No. 35

 

Look at me sitting there

the master of nothing

Mastering the role of

a victim to none but me

Watching in horror

as the night feeds upon

what little stock I’ve stored.

 

 

  

Poem No. 36

 

Last night the moon spoke your name to me,

And it was all I could do to bear it.

In her rising light she said,

“Let the morning be for song;

Let the night revolve in tears

For the lost realm of your love."

 

Why did I love you for the emptiness it brought;

That bore down on a heart too young to know

The price of torment your peace required?

 

My average words and my average voice

Climbed up to her in her all-knowing splendor.

“Shall I ever sing of joy in the night…”

Her answer was, “Let the sorrow be your song.”

And it was all I could to do bear it,

For I knew it must be so

 

The price of torment your peace required?

It bore down on a heart too young to know,

So why did I love the emptiness it brought.

 

 

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Parker Owens

The heart cries out in these three beautiful, sad poems. Number 34 speaks of a fierceness to spring in its shock of green. But the speaker cannot revel in it. Number 35 grabbed at my heart for the line as night feeds on what little stock I have stored. How dangerous the night can be to the wounded heart. Ill thoughts and unwelcome memories circle like sharks. But it’s Number 36 which is the crown of this trio. Your semi-refrain makes me want to embrace and comfort you; your conversation with the wise moon is brilliant. This one is an instant classic. 

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On 6/13/2019 at 8:04 AM, Parker Owens said:

The heart cries out in these three beautiful, sad poems. Number 34 speaks of a fierceness to spring in its shock of green. But the speaker cannot revel in it. Number 35 grabbed at my heart for the line as night feeds on what little stock I have stored. How dangerous the night can be to the wounded heart. Ill thoughts and unwelcome memories circle like sharks. But it’s Number 36 which is the crown of this trio. Your semi-refrain makes me want to embrace and comfort you; your conversation with the wise moon is brilliant. This one is an instant classic. 

Your heartfelt comments touch me, Parker. These Brian poems are coming to a couple of strong, concluding pieces. I can look at them and think, "Okay, this is when I began to earn my poetical keep." The first of these soon-to-come final two pick up and develop the ideas within Nos. 35 and 36.

I'm pleased you found No.36 rewarding to read. As always, thanks for sharing your thoughts, dear friend.

 

 

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20 hours ago, Lyssa said:

Those poems speak to my heart - today espcially strong. Muha

Sometimes (meaning, quite often, lol) the right moment in words will find us expectantly. But always it's wonderful to know someone's emotions in a poem reaches out and connects with someone at the right time. 

Thanks you, as always, dear Lyssa, for reading and sharing your thoughts

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1 hour ago, mollyhousemouse said:

there's a universality in these AC
heartbreak, loneliness,  despair we've all felt them, been there
wondering if you'll ever see the fierce greenness of spring, or be able to look at the moon without falling apart
i'm again, so grateful that you've chosen to share these with us

Thank you, Molly. These comments are so touching and heartfelt. A thousand kisses for encouraging me.

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