Concave

by Ben Pickard   Jan 24, 2019


Oh, I have come to know you,
living between the clamour of the waves
and tidal waves that ripple the lagoons
of my tired eyes.
I have come to understand the depravity of your ways,
living day to day, hammer in hand,
clanging, banging and finding accord in my dented discord.

Why do you scratch at the paper with a quill that is dry,
leaving colourless indentations on what once was pure?

I hear the gong of heaven's bells that toll for me,
but you - you - are lost among the throng of life's lost souls.
Oh, how I have come to know you,
living between the clamour of the deafening waves
and my tired, concave heart.

--

Ben Pickard 2019

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ya----Na

    Well done sir

  • 3 weeks ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Well done, sir.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Hey Ben, when a deeply broken heart speaks, there you are, filled with wit, glass in hand, but not stuck at the local bar, har-har. Seriously, I loved the lines, especially; Why do you scratch at the paper with a quill that is dry,
    leaving colourless indentations on what once was pure? As written; Wine makes glad the heart of man and God. You have two things in common with him, liking wine and poetry, he quoted about the things that some poets had written. Put in my Favorites,

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Ben Pickard

      If he likes wine and poetry, he's alright by me, Ken!

      Take care and many thanks

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Ya----Na

    Ben, Fabulous. You never disappoint us.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    What can I say? Fabulous as usual. Your creativity and ability to write such beauty never fails to bring delight. Milly x

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