Jack Horne Poet Quintain (English)

Forced Amnesia

The memories of her that hurt the most
are always good, not bad;
they ambush when I'm less engrossed.
Recalling happy times we had
is guaranteed to change my mood to sad.

Her birthday will be very soon
and I shall play no part -
another year, the same old tune:
my smile will not betray my heart
is aching that we live apart.

So she will never hear
how much I scream inside.
But does she ever shed a tear? 
If so, she'd quickly override
regrets - or guilt for tears I've cried.

written 8th March for Emile's English Quintain contest

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Jennifer Proxenos April 21, 2022 at 10:36 AM I if I can recall Jack , you wrote of her last year, perhaps I'm wrong excuse me if I am. I can understand your restless heart and your tears, she was a beautiful human being in every way possible. A touching poem dear friend. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Phyllis Babcock April 6, 2022 at 9:19 AM The emotions of a love lost which you captured so well in this poem. Hugs my friend. love phyl

Meghan Hutchings March 17, 2022 at 11:04 AM Congratulations, Jack! Your poem is hauntingly beautiful and makes me want to hug you! I believe this pain is very relatable to many of us, and you have done a superb job of creating a brilliant poem to capture the very essence of deep feelings experienced through separation and lost love. Well done! Much love...Meghan

Emile Pinet March 17, 2022 at 9:19 AM Congratulations Jack! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest, due to the technical demands of this form it was a difficult contest to both enter and judge, very well done my friend, Emile.

Harry Horsman March 15, 2022 at 8:19 PM This is so sad, Jack, and you bring out the emotion so well, Keep safe, my friend.

Judy Ball March 15, 2022 at 2:11 AM Beautifully written and well described with great emoti9on. Well done Jack. God Bless, JB

Joe Maverick March 13, 2022 at 3:36 AM Lol..)) I feel quite like this recalling the Times I never knew (freedom was being eyed) As an object to be; to humanity denied, Jack ' The way people have just followed the Piper pied, its all in black, the white they Cried ' no coloured vision of enduring bars.' The rights were wrong, the nights so long The false dawns continued to roll out strong.'

Heidi Sands March 9, 2022 at 11:45 AM Well written Jack. I can feel it. Take care :)

Janice Canerdy March 8, 2022 at 8:00 PM Excellent, moving nostalgic piece, Jack. Janice

Sara Kendrick March 8, 2022 at 2:36 PM Emotive and expressive one that you have penned for the contest. Reads like a good contender to me. Way to go. Your visits to my page were delightful. Sara

James Marshall Goff March 8, 2022 at 1:46 PM I live there too Jack, good one, thanks for sharing...

Andrea Dietrich March 8, 2022 at 1:35 PM oh Jack is this about that horrible ex of yours? you never talk about missing her, but I bet you do sometimes. I really like this poem.

Deb M March 8, 2022 at 9:21 AM Jack a lovely lovely yet sad poem. I’m sorry you feel such sadness. Debx

Ann Peck March 8, 2022 at 8:36 AM Oh, that is beautiful and so sad, Jack. Best of luck in the contest!