Jack Horne Poet Iambic Pentameter

Waking Grief

Her husband's kisses made her heartbeat quicken;
he held her hand and whispered, 'Happy birthday' -
and for a moment, Janet felt convinced his
untimely death had been a dream, and George was 
alive. On opening her eyes, she whimpered...

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Paul Callus October 8, 2023 at 12:57 AM A touching poem, Jack ... in exemplary meter aided by the use of enjambment. Best regards // paul

Eve Roper October 1, 2023 at 11:15 PM Well written and said poem. I felt you were reading my dreams. If for contest good luck.

Christina Bowring September 29, 2023 at 12:38 AM This is such a sad poem Jack but beautifully expressed. So many can relate to this- the horror of waking and facing the reality of being without a loved one over and over. Very poignant. Thank you for sharing.

Andrea Dietrich September 17, 2023 at 5:02 PM This is unusual for you. But I really like it. I am at the airport with a long wait for connecting flight. But I made it so far. Hurrah!

Susan Ashley September 17, 2023 at 8:39 AM Ah, dear Jack, your golden pen spills excellent meter and a poignant scene so beautifully. Dreams can both hearten and dishearten. The ecstasy and agony of the dreamer is keenly felt in the poetic finesse of emotions portrayed. Warmest wishes my friend.. ~Susan

The Situation September 17, 2023 at 6:38 AM The phrase "It was all a dream" comes to mind

Sara Kendrick September 17, 2023 at 3:55 AM Ahh!! Sad one. Dreams so real that they seem like one can feel the kiss. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my pages. Sara