Thursday, December 29, 2005

Empty Room


We pay a price for deepest love
with pain of bitter grief.
Clean up the shards of broken dreams,
no coins of gold are due.
Remit with shattered screams of fear
into the empty room.

8 Comments:

At 7:33 AM, Blogger Bougie Black Boy said...

Sorry i've been incognito for a while. The holidays got me traveling and such so much. But I'm back and stable. Hope things are going well....

 
At 8:26 AM, Blogger Dick the Boomer said...

Wow. That hurts.

Very powerful, Theresa.

Love can be painful sometimes and this poem really expresses that pain - that empty room - that broken heart.

 
At 8:39 AM, Blogger Steve said...

"...for deepest love"

yes...bitter, bitter grief...

"no coins are due"

then no promises to keep...

"an empty room"?

I say, "Evacuation precedes evocation." In other words, "suffering will proceed thinking."

"Simply forgive myself... and it's all a gift?"

 
At 8:44 AM, Blogger Blazngfyre said...

"We pay a price for deepest love"

Sometimes, much too high a price.
But I have found that regardless of the price(s) I have paid, it has ALWAYS been worth it.

 
At 9:17 AM, Blogger Erin said...

This is powerful, and the painting illustrates it perfectly...Edward Hopper?

 
At 9:47 AM, Blogger Al said...

Sweetz -
Hugs and kisses - maybe a tickle to make you smile.
you are stronger than you think and have many behind you to help

 
At 7:14 PM, Blogger theresa said...

Stephen - You were missed, my friend.

Dick - Yep, and there's only one way to the other side - - gotta go through it. Thanks for understanding.

Steve - Great link. Thanks.

Blaze - Oh yes, you and I know how worth it.

Erin - Feel crappy --> say it --> feel a little better.
Yep, it's Hopper (smart girl)

Al - I get by with a little help from my friends .... especially the sweet, warm, huggable kind, like you.

 
At 11:03 AM, Blogger Laurie said...

I've been there.

I paid the ultimate price for love this past year. Was it worth it? In hindsight, NO. Hell no.

 

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