Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Poems I Never Wrote

By Joseph Hesch

Did you know that I used to
write poems to you every night?
I had to write them there on the ceiling
because I could never get these words out
in conversation with you,
my heart frozen so it could not pour,
held fast by unbreakable icy bonds,
my mind scrambled by
your blessed (damned) proximity.

I penned these words in invisible ink,
that formed at the corners of my eyes
and ran down past my ears
to fill the well of my pillow.
Every morning-after,
they had evaporated,
as did my half-dreamed hopes
for something forever to be unseen,
to be unfelt, and, for all you know,
unwritten.

28 comments:

  1. oooooh, very nice.. packs a punch.
    and the last stanza is extra bomb diggity... did that sound too corny? I think so...
    :)

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  2. The ceiling has received volumes of my poetry over the years--also the windshield of my car, to the detriment of my driving ability. The poem seems resigned, analytic until the very end, where the pain is tinged with just enough bitter to make the sweet not enough. The very last line says it all.

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  3. nice...love that you wrote them on the ceiling as that is what i often look at as i am laying there...the last stanza is really painful for me...evocative...

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  4. Aaahh.. I felt like I just meltedinto your poem as I read it, Joe.. it's simply beautiful...

    I could feel the warmth of tears flowing across a face and into the pillows.. you have captured that thought really nicely here, my friend..

    Melancholic, wistful.. but a treat for the senses..

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  5. love these lines:

    I had to write them there on the ceiling
    because I could never get these words out
    in conversation with you,
    my heart frozen so it could not pour,
    held fast by unbreakable icy bonds,
    my mind scrambled by
    your blessed (damned) proximity.

    so sad though ~

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  6. I've already shared my thoughts on this piece...Just wanted you to know I swung by for a second (maybe third) read and proper comment. Loved it Joe...so speaks the crazy romantic lady that lives very deep at the bottom of my soul! :)

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  7. I just loved this piece Joe. Having laid in the same unspoken tears, its the words we never get to say that linger the most isn't it? Beautiful write my friend! ~ Rose

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  8. I knew I would need tissues...such a tender( & pained filled) write...Loved it..and I'm sending you hugs..

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  9. my mind scrambled by
    your blessed (damned) proximity.

    I penned these words in invisible ink,
    that formed at the corners of my eyes

    An evocative and moving poem. These lines speak volumes.

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  10. Can't help but grin. How many poems written in invisible ink float on ceilings around the world? I wonder.

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  11. I very much like this sweet fancy, and the immediacy of the language.

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  12. Words can be hard to pass on when they are anchored in the heart... nice.

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  13. the ceiling.. perhaps to read or perhaps to have them rain on you in your sleep.. embraced..

    this poem moved me.. alot.. good poetry is movement

    thank you..

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  14. A heart wrenching exploration and explanation of a very familiar peculiarity.

    I love words, i write all day - but to my loved ones i find so much hard to say.

    Fine writing

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  15. Those words - disappearing into the night; morning arrives, and with it, all resolve is gone. Really liked this.

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  16. ..for some very special reasons i think a bit of Neruda while reading this. **sigh

    ~Kelvin

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  17. My best poem is always written in my sleep. I think that I'm dreaming lucidly, I think that I can memorize a line or two, I must, because I know this is the best thing I have ever written or perhaps ever will write. I wake up straining for the line, a word, anything....

    I feel the ache in your second stanza to share something too deep to touch.

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  18. think i can relate...when there's no way to say what's on our heart...we start to write..and sometimes invisible...unseen, unwritten, evaporated...on the ceiling or graveyards or soft soil or even on exhaust fumes....the world is full with these unspoken and unwritten words...

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  19. So bittersweet...can feel the heartache and sadness that words scarcely describe...

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  20. How they evaporated in the morning...amazing how words come and evaporate away never to be seen or heard from again....bkm

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  21. Joe, this is tinged with so much sadness...the poems penned in invisible ink. You've packed this with both emotion and imagry.

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  22. These sound like the tears shed from an unrequited love...so sad it makes my heart ache. Beautiful piece!

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  23. Heartfelt, tender; a beautiful sentiment. Thank you for sharing.

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  24. This is lovely even though it's heavy as well. You write in such a conversational way, but it still oozes with poetry, very unique to you, and I love it :)

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  25. Joe, your words flow so easily even though the subject is full of pain. Quite an enjoyable read and a very effective poem.

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  26. hmmmm...unwritten on paper maybe but not on your heart it seems

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