Sleeping Poor - a Poem for the Friday Writings
Mention not my bleeding heart
Tales peoples of crass desires
Tired of hearing my lament
Their cold hearts seldom do bleed
Tender hearted that I am
Would they rather be hearing
What woes of life's given me
Which I'd never ever tell
Life's hidden, my restless sleep
Tear spots on my pillowcase
The blood on my clean white sheets
There tells the story I won't
Life has left me bleeding heart
Losses, love, animals, friends
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- Poem and Alligator Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings # 55, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20writing%20prompts?m=1
- Magaly has invited us to create poetry or prose that includes a “bleeding heart” (figuratively or literally).
- Alligator we found in the Florida Everglades
Labels: Dark, dark poetry, Friday Writings
10 Comments:
Ooh, a new departure for you, Jim, going darker! It speaks to me very much.
Why tell stories people don't understand or appreciate, indeed.
Cold hearts rarely do anything positive or productive. Best keep our stories (and selves) away from that frostiness.
Life has left me bleeding heart
Losses, love, animals, friends
Life can be unfair at times. Classic wordcraft Dr Jim!
Hank
I agree with Rosemary. This is darker territory than you usually tread. Perhaps to write about a bleeding heart, this is the choice of style. :)
Yours is a tender heart, Jim.
Oh, I feel this one. My heart is bleeding. I can't believe it will be a year in January my Cynthia Dawn left us.
Some people will never understand. But what a comfort it is when we find the ones who do.
Yeah Jim we all know sensitive hearts will always bleed. And there will always be some who understand too. Let God console. Beautifully written
Tender hearts are often the most generous hearts. It really is a choice, wallow in misery or keep eyes focused ahead, embracing all and learning from it. Well penned.
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