lonely hours pass into days
and I know not where I should turn
in the dead of a summer haze
my sorry heart doth mutely yearn
with comfort and caress long gone
and hope but a fanciful dream
should all reveries be withdrawn
and solitude held in esteem
where is reason and where is rhyme
they move not forward nor restart
the pulse of life and love mark time
and dimly march upon my heart
what’s it called - this place without name
this place without beat and cadence
perhaps … inertial reference frame
or is it ... a place to commence
© Kate Little
January 2012
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For you, I think it's a place to commence.
~R~
To evaluate our lives before we decide to stay or move on.
♥
A place to commence...we have all been there at some point.
this was truly amazing
r
Fully connect with this line..."and hope but a fanciful dream" R
Great poem!
HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
r
neatly wound
words well wrapped
about a beating heart
yours
you
and our own..
thanks! R
Do not enter into Limbo's gates!
For rhythm is surely never lost;
While hearts stay open at any cost.
Splendid, bittersweet and full of vulnerability. xo
Patricia K asks a good question...how the heck do you write like this with such range?
Dang!
Rated...very rated.
Hang in there, Kate, you have much to offer us with your poetry and your kind heart. : )
& the pendulum swings ~ a mesmerising meditation, Kate, on what must be the condition of our times : the great void, that space, that ache.
I love this for its rhythm, the way it reads aloud, & the journey within.
It ends exactly right, with a question, & the possibility ...
rated with love
Thank you all so very, very much for your support, encouragement, friendship and care.
My sincere and deep gratitude to you all. Thank you.
Thanks for these thoughts and words - I especially liked: "dimly march upon my heart" and I hope this feeling leaves you soon. Here's to new beginnings!