David Smalling Poet Dodoitsu

Some Men With Broken Hearts

Some men with broken hearts faint
To never trust nor hope still
I, a withered plant, found life
Again after drought

Parched through howling dust of years
The land disfigured my root
I bore but sparse, rough, gnarled fruits
Borne away in chains

Of chest crackling winds. What dew
Was there was only mercy
Enough for groaning branches
Of a tree to wait

The overhanging clouds death
Its white demure face blackened
With pregnant cells for joy
Faith lives for the rain

Mere desire becomes dust soon
In the lynching rays of sun
But true love nothing ruins, time
Docks hearts where they pine

So cloud and ship yet you come
Wet with cargoes of my dream
Bringing cargoes fresh of life
Loving me again

Some men with broken hearts faint
Yet true love in all abuse
Hopes and never dies. Lord, teach
All men to believe

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Audrey Haick October 2, 2010 at 10:29 PM These are words of wisdom to all, David....Thanks for sharing your gift and these words with us. Hope you're doing well. Peace, love, Audrey

Sally Casey October 1, 2010 at 8:26 PM Hi David, thank you for reading my poetry, and im glad we are friends (= I really enjoyed this poem, even though it took me a while to understand; only because it's so sophisticated and well written! I love your style of writing !!! (=

Thvia Shetley September 30, 2010 at 1:13 PM You truly hit the last two stanzas out of the park, very strong way to end this poem! In spite of minimal punctuation and the capitalization of the first word on every line, your work is surprisingly easy to read the first time through but because of these I always read through a second and third time. The second time to correct anything I tripped up on the first time and the third time for the pure enjoyment and absorption of the poem! You're such an easy favorite!