Short Heartsick Poems

I'm heartsick that "gals" no longer remain
Gals are called guys, how completely insane
Please gals, hurry back
Your charms we so lack
It's a good word that we must now regain

7/23/22...

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I, ashamed.
On my last trick
Feeling heartsick –
To conquer is selfish but brave.

Focus, feel peace.
Pinwheeling
Cling to the last thrilling –
Heart clutches and trembles and caves.

Spinning, reclaimed.
Hang on home harbor
Under ancient arbor –
The treasure that’s never repaid.

Refresh, release.
It’s a strange cycle
Paint me, pin me idle –
Tame me and ride with the waves....

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The passing of a friend approaches,
One who's long been near my heart.
Incurable!  No treatment options.
I'm heartsick nothing can be done.

Once white, now gray as death's cold skin,
Threadbare, failing fabric sags,
Elastic hangs down like a fringe,
Helpless threads are no support.

I could be spared the pain of loss
If some replacement should arise.
Alas, I fear that won't be true--
Bali bras don't come my size!...

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The Rose of the World went weeping
and many the tears the Rose shed;
they flowed like a river softly
on a world that was dry and dead.

The Rose of the World was heartsick;
the heart of the Rose broke and bled,
the mad world plaited a thorn crown
to cruelly pierce His fair head.

They crushed the Rose in its beauty,
and they nailed the Rose to a tree;
the Rose with His tears and His lifeblood
emptied out His fragrance on me.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson...

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