Black Heart

With heart as black as nightIn the shadows you hideAfraid to let in the light My life did not beginUntil I saw your faceHeard that voice The wind calls your nameAcross the moorsBy the barren treeI wait for thee Where our spiritsAre joined forAll eternityOur secretTryst be Let us braveSatan and allHis legionsJust to be Upon the moorsI walk aloneBut the windEchoes your name I sit silently thereMy heart filledWith loveDreaming dreamsCarried on theWinds of time But in that black heartShielded by Satan guardsFrom feelings seeping through Not like my fragile heartMade of glass ShatteredMany times Let in the lightFrom my shattered heartShine brightSo to blind theLegions ofSatan

— Electric Blue, Mar 17, 2009

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Critiques

Rett

17 years 2 months ago

Well done Maggie

Some here will argue against the archaic use of "thee", but not I. I love the word, always lends an aura of poetic beauty to a piece in my opinion. I love this line tremendously... Not like my fragile heart Made of glass Shattered Many times Beautiful write! Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water." "A Democracy can withstand anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Black Heart

Rett Thank your comment my friend. I am truely honoured by this tribute. Yes I agree with the word THEE it just seemed to fit. I have used this word in several of my poems. Maybe I am just showing my age. Maybe I belong in the past? I was just feeling so alone reaching into my soul. Such a longing for love to be loved. As my heart is in many pieces. As each shard of glass is trying so hard to adhere back to each other. If that is ever posible. How many times can a heart be broken? Can it ever be put back together again? Just feeling lost just wondering why I am still here? always Electric Blue feeling very blue at this time.

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Black Heart

Janice Thank you for your comment my dear friend. I am glad you enjoyed this sad write. Just putting my heart on paper. always my friend Electric blue just feeling a little blue

Ink Dragon

17 years 2 months ago

Awesome, Maggie!

This is a wonderful piece, written with your heart´s blood like all your pieces. The more I read of your poetry the more I get the feeling that you have found a way to control your "streaming", which adds artistic depth to the emotional depth that has always been there. Yours, ~Nina

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Black Heart

Nina This is my blood that flows as ink on the page. My heart on paper. Trying to reach into my soul so many feelings The longing for love just feeling so alone abandon. My heart so sad at this time. I did not feel I have controlled my streaming at all? I just look at it what I have written and maybe tweek it a bit. I do not feel I have changed. But I am looking at my writing more. Thank you my friend always Electric blue feeling so blue

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Black Heart

Julie I thought of splinters but this is associated with wood. With glass it would be shattered shards re the jaggeded edges trying to fit back If they could ever be. Re "be" was to rhyme with eternity. Thank you for your wonderful comments Always open to suggestions Electric Blue just feeling so blue

yenti

17 years 2 months ago

The heart

You have writen a lovely piece, full of feelings, that are from a place darkened by just looking that way. Little blue, I will be so glad when the spring is in full swing, to make your feelings bud, then burst into full bloom, Yours Ian.T

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Black Heart

Ian Thank you so much for your tribute still a little blue need something I do not know what or maybe I do? I stream so much I just have to let it flow I get something I know not from where? But it is here to share. Always Electric Blue