Friday, March 30, 2012

When All that is Missing is Your Body Next to Mine...

As empty as a faithless prayer
Is midnight’s dark and naked air
Sheer will alone cannot replace
The haunting void of emptiness
Ephemeral want restricts clear thought
When all I know is what is not
But still I feel your absence near
Quiet observer of my tear

To drift upon a hapless wave
Is to lie early in death’s grave
The body is a transient shell
Where longing and fulfillment dwell
And whether you are far or near
It does not really matter, dear
For I hold love’s most sacred part
Within the sanctum of my heart

© Janet Martin

Written for IGWRT prompt: Bodies...

11 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Lovely to see you posting to Real Toads, Janet. This poem has a classical style which is very appealing. I love the last four lines.

Janet said...

Kerry, thank-you:)

Mary said...

You write from your heart, Janet. That is one thing I ALWAYS, without fail, appreciate about your poetry.

Janet said...

Mary, thank-you. I admire the writer's who can write outside of themselves...I've tried but I always end up getting tangled in my words;)

I appreciate your kind words, always!

Mama Zen said...

This is lovely!

Hannah said...

Your opening two lines are very "grasping," feeling if that makes sense. Such a introspective piece. Janet, your photo above is outstanding! :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So very beautiful, Janet, and the last two lines just zipped right into MY heart! Just lovely.

Marian said...

yes, very pretty, i love your rhymes :)

Fireblossom said...

This flows so well. It's a joy to read.

Herotomost said...

Haunting and romantic with thymes that make it flow really well. Great take on the challenge and great writing.

Margaret said...

The body is a transient shell
Where longing and fulfillment dwell

So softly and gently said... like a prayer. Beautifully touching.