Eleven :/ eleven

Sending a message to a friend...

 

 

Eleven :/ eleven

 

In a cavern long about the edge of time

dwells a sadness deep upon my heart,

where fragments of my imagination

cry out from a desolate vault,

iron clad and riveted

of a stone mason’s might

Welded shut, encrusted with fear

and loneliness in unsealed envelopes

addressed to someone other than me

 

Where neighbors retrieve and process,

regardless of names and stamped signatures,

unwilling to pay the postage now due

of an encased glass tube shoveled

away to linger on each odd figure

that falls from the reaches far above my head,

dropping square tears from round eyes,

mapping my cheeks

in solitary traces of dual vertical weeping

 

Self imposed some may say,

and they could be correct, though

when it comes to Forgotten, that heart of gold,

worth more than its weight in life,

pays more attention to the fate of others

than collecting breaths of this or any

next door, across the fence wisdom

For if they hurt…those who shouldn’t,

then what is the use

 

With heavy stone in hand I tap…

loudly on the reinforced tarnished structure

in a series of dots and dashes, eleven-eleven,

chaos on some calendar's clock, but patterned to the beat of my heart

saying…you are loved, you are missed,

you are needed and most importantly,

you are not alone…hoping the numbered echoes

land upon listening ears, (if even on my final breath)

and she can smile once more, and I can feel it...once again

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Loved the concept of this Jack. Your choice to be almost scientific in approach led the reader, me, to really understand the depth of your feeling. A really wonderful and quirky write.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Pryde. Your friendship is a wonderful gift for me.

[rutherford]

Tremendous imagery. Heartfelt love poem.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much.

[NeiL ArandA]

A message in a bottle. This is a very heart felt piece Jack, truly expressing your sentimental side. Who ever this special person is ... Is your true north . Without a bearing or compass. You could always steer home and you find yourself not alone for she is your home.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Neil. I appreciate your kindness.

[InsanityWriter]

"you are loved, you are missed,
you are needed and most importantly,
you are not alone…hoping the numbered echoes
land upon listening ears, (if even on my final breath)
and she can smile once more, and I can feel it...once again"

Simply stunning... You're able to evoke such powerful feelings here... Beautiful work...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend. Nice to see you again.

[InsanityWriter]

It's nice to be back. :)

[Rita L. Sev]

you are loved, you are missed,
you are needed and most importantly,
you are not alone…

This is what the anguished heart needs to know... I feel the helplessness here, Jack, and wish I could do more than just pray...

[Jack...]

Your friendship helps immensely Rita. Thank you so much.

[s y e]

Oh Jack, I feel the pain and sadness in this one. I hope you're both okay soon, wishing it would all go away and you'd both be happy again!

[Jack...]

I would setlle for one of us being happy, because if she is happy, then I am happy.

[Diana]

"cry out from a desolate vault,
iron clad and riveted"- reminiscent of Poe

A more uplifting ending...in spite of the somber tone, there is a light at the end.

[Jack...]

I hope so Diana. Thank you for your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

I have the peace dove will deliver your message to her and the love bird will submit it in due time...Thank you for sharing this with us too...:).................

[Jack...]

Thank you Sami...let them fly.

[Sami Khalil]

Hahahah...Yep...You are welcome...:)............

[icelandicblue]

I feel this is my marrow Jack. The hopelessness of not being able to do anything but still there is hope that she will smile once more and another after that. We feel pain more deeply when we worry about someone we care for than we do for ourselves. That is what makes us human and it is what also makes us poets. May 11:12:13 bring relief to you both. God Bless Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Anne. Always you friendship and kindness are my reward.

[Angel]

Oh, Sweetie...how I wish I could make it all go away...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend.