Jack Horne Poet Choka

Shadows of the Heart

Kept now as a shrine
His mother often visits
And recalls finding him there
She touches the rope
That bit deeply in his flesh
Sits on the chair he stood on
Imagines the scene
As he kicked the chair away
Suicide note in the bin

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James Foulk June 19, 2011 at 9:23 AM a very sad write, touching the heart deeply thank you for commenting on Fathers' day wish.

James Fraser June 6, 2011 at 2:27 PM The sad thing about the picture re-written with your words Jack, is the reality of the thought. I wish you all the best in the contest. Many thanks for your kind words on my poem :)

Carolyn Devonshire June 5, 2011 at 8:41 AM A sad poem that grips the reader's heart, Jack. I agree with what Andrea said. This is a very compelling interpretation of the photo and I hope you get a big win! Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich June 4, 2011 at 10:29 PM WOW, I think I am reading the WINNER here. You took the sad route same as me, but mine is not this good at all!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 4, 2011 at 4:43 PM simply unique and awesome Jack .. a great presentation luv on the chair in the photo .. Rick will flip over this entry..good luck my friend.. amazing premise..