I could have moved him
If he could hear how loud
my heart was beating
I could have touched him
But he could not feel much
beyond his pale skin
I could have loved him
But he was blind and could not read
my broken lines
I went through the motions
Drowning in an ocean
A dead sea...
He kept on looking past me
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
with much thanks to Ronald Peat, a poet friend,
for guiding me through the deep end....
i think sonya, silence to be of two types; first is silent silence and second is disturbed silence....to me, this poem is a beautiful depiction of disturbed silence or i would say, shrieking silence....
A disappointed love affair. Such poems not at all stir me at my age. You may read my 'Yours affectionately' just for a change.
How fortunate we are that you share your broken lines with us!
'' I could have loved him But he was blind and could not read ...my broken lines loved those lines....so very sad.........
I love this poem Sonya. The words run deep and I felt every line. It is true, sometimes there are some folks that do not connect with us, however much we wish it. His loss, I say. Great poem. HG: -) xx
This is a great moving write ma'am.. I loved the way you bring out emotions through your poems, this is very nice to read.. You kept the poignant aspect through out the poem.. I was touched with love shan
Sometimes love is a oneway street and yoi describe that beautifully here thank you-! 0
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet and simply beautiful