The Departing of The Heart
Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart
Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start
Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part
Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart
Military consequences that send the young men out to war
Conciliatory influences of the leaders who target hiring of the poor
Crematory inferences necessary as they knock on heavens door
An Adversary without recompense that helps me get up off the floor
Kindness for the people that are on daily parade
Blindness from the steeple as we play Holy charades
They Find less sympathy for the feeble as they huddle close and afraid
Passing through the eye of a needle as the ferryman gets paid
Interjections from the galley as the defendant begins to cry
Objections in a midnight alley as the amendment causes him to deny
Rejections of the black sheep in a family as without her flock she’ll surely die
Comprehensions of the urgency that communicate in sighs
The End by Elizabeth Moroz
Categories:
commiserations, life,
Form: Rhyme
Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
Categories:
commiserations, 4th grade, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Romanticism
vacuum of soul mate’s bereavement
falling into a bottomless abyss
cannot be instantly healed
by a mere platonic kiss
helpless yet rebellious
the wounded heart bleeds
yet tender touch of a friend
pained soul at such time needs
love, spontaneous and uninhibited
plunges headlong into embrace
there is in it no calculation
and of ego no trace
Categories:
commiserations, bereavement,
Form: Rhyme
we’re called upon to console
a friend whose spouse has passed
and so we faithfully play out our life role
as we have been by the universe so tasked
the stark truth is that we have all been lied to
for all that here appears and disappears
is but a mist like the morning dew
needless are tears and fears
27-May-2023
Categories:
commiserations, bereavement,
Form: Rhyme
What have you done to me? a dark black shadowy cloud of emotion
As commiserations twist. Once we
were together in bliss untainted and childlike,
but your desire died.
a horrific morass of bitterness-
emotion follow hate, follow darkness,
love ground to dust.
In a maelstrom of righteousness, I hate you
Categories:
commiserations, angst, anniversary,
Form: Dramatic Verse
She had many sad stories,
they were filed away, labeled,
color coded;
tales presented as apocryphal bibles.
He would listen as she pulled them out
of her droning breast,
intoned then as if reciting
poetry to an acolyte sponge.
Her stories festered the air
with pitiful sorrows,
scratched yet more stigmata
upon hide-bound woes.
White paper moths would fly up to his eyes
as if to illustrate her narratives;
tissue thin, he would see within them
the many skeletons of her living ghosts,
bones free now of all minerality,
fish-wet and wriggling
in the gel of a long preserved plasma.
He often closed his ears
to make his lips numb. The nasal gnarl
of her broken voice
coated his tongue with sticky commiserations,
a jejune sympathy
that had the texture of mildewed goatskin.
Her words mechanically ticked off
every injustice and persecution
ever heaped upon a martyred mind.
Eventually though, her deep well of mopes
dried to a blubber of sighs.
Then all those emaciated moths
would flutter around her
anointing her echoing skull
with a seeping urine-like substance
she called love.
Categories:
commiserations, poetry,
Form: Free verse