Jenna Logan Poet Rhyme

Something Old Something New

Original Poem

Without the comfort of your hand to hold
   Aimlessly, I wander about in the dark
No hint of warning had been foretold
   I am a dying ember without a spark

Forbearance and faith is what I need
   and a love so true that I might heal
My painful wound continues to bleed
   Emotional heartache, I cannot conceal


Updated Version

I 've lost the comfort of your hand to hold
No warning bell in the church steeple tolled
Aimlessly I wander, meandering in the dark
smoldering,  a dying ember without a spark

Forbearance and hope shall be my creed
and the faith found in a tiny mustard seed
For these things I pray that my heart may heal
I am weary of grief I can no longer conceal



October 4, 2021
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John Watt June 23, 2022 at 2:24 PM Jenna, I like the additions you made: meandering, smoldering, and the mustard seed allusion add a little poetic spice to an already wonderful poem ~ John Jenna Logan June 23, 2022 at 2:28 PM Hey, John. Thanks for reading this older one. I’m grateful that you enjoy my poetry enough to do so. That’s special to me. Hugs.

Mark Koplin October 4, 2021 at 7:28 AM I'm with Victor, both are awesome! well done Jenna Jenna Logan October 4, 2021 at 7:47 AM and you guys are both awesome with your comments. Thanks so much, Mark. I hope you have more time to spend on site. You have been missed.

Victor Buhagiar October 4, 2021 at 7:26 AM I loved both versions even though on can detect the similarities. Jenna Logan October 4, 2021 at 7:46 AM The similarities must remain, just edited to an improved version...in the poet's eyes. Thanks, Victor.