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A Wish

Sadness.
My aching heart
strains to pump
its crimson life
and thus maintains
the whetted blade,
in dark forbode,
upon my neck. 

And tears,
whose flow
might ransom
my tormented mind,
lie dormant as
dry and
withered seeds
upon unyielding stone.

Might, instead,
I someday rise
and gaze transfixed
into the wholesome sky
with feelings of
forgotten love
that dare to
live again.

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

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Richard Lamoureux Date: 12/23/2017 1:56:00 PM Well worth stopping by to read this beauty. Best of the season to you Mark. Login to Reply

Vladislav Raven Date: 3/17/2016 9:47:00 AM Hi Mark, The emotions flow within this excellent work. We crave for love, as a species, even though we know the pitfalls. We walk into relationships with such heartfelt joy and yet things can end with such painful sadness. I just followed every word and vision. Mark, sometimes Love has a strange beauty in its sadness. Your sadness does touch the heart of the reader Mark. The pain does sing....Vlad. This has to be a seven Mark. Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 3/17/2016 11:27:00 AM Wow, Vlad, such kind and moving remarks for this old poem of mine. Thanks for digging down to find it. I've been working on my spoonerism poem for the contest and now can hardly write this and make sense. Check it out and thell me what you tink.

Lucilla Carrillo Date: 2/26/2014 10:41:00 AM This is a nice, but sad poem Mark. I don't know about you, but my heart has had 3 very heavy blows. It is not tormented by love. It is just too weak. In November and even this year - I thought I would never write again.thank god - I'm still here and so are you... Lucilla Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 2/26/2014 10:21:00 PM Yes, I don't know where the sadness came from in this poem because I really don't feel this way very often. You know a verse comes to mind, and you take it from there. Many thanks for your visit and comments.

Jerry Bolton Date: 11/10/2013 2:45:00 PM Such is love that has withered. The full bloom of love is sometimes a tenuous thing. More often than not after there has been great intimacy, both physical and mental, one of the parties becomes bored, or realizes their partner just wasn't what they expected him/er to be. Then the heartache comes. Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 11/10/2013 3:25:00 PM Jerry, you have captured and explained these emotions in such heartfelt fashion, likely from experience. Heartache is always there. It just sits and waits until we come along. Thanks for your comments.

Poet Destroyer A Date: 11/10/2013 1:38:00 PM Congratulations!!! Mark --It was nice viewing your Featured Poem on the soups Home page :) Take Care and enjoy the NEW coming week.... *Luv~ > LINDA < Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 11/10/2013 3:26:00 PM What a grateful surprise for me, Linda. Thanks for taking time to note this kind occurrence.

Karen Anglesey Date: 11/10/2013 11:52:00 AM Mark, this poem exudes such aching and painful loss. Very deeply felt. Congratulations, your poem is on the 'Featured Poem of the Week' . Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 11/10/2013 3:27:00 PM How close we come to letting go when pain attacks the soul. Karen, I appreciate your noting my poem so very much.

Benjamin Isibor Date: 10/25/2013 7:33:00 AM Beautiful piece on tears flooded stream of sadness. I share your view and the character fuse to really give the inside feeling of the state of being. Its really a beautiful work of art Login to Reply Mark Peterson Date: 10/25/2013 10:07:00 AM Benjamin, your kinds words are as well written as your poetry. Thanks so much. Dealing with the relationship between words and feelings is delicate and often strained. How nice to hear that I survived the experience--at least for now! Mark