Now He's Gone

Now He’s Gone

You were with a poet once

but you never read his words;

cared not for his achievements.

His majesty was lost on you

for you, in dyslexic grief,

could only see yourself.

Could only be yourself alone,

no room for two,

kept your drawers full of pity,

stopped him in creation.

And yet you fed greedily from his fountain,

until he was dried

and cracked and worn,

a car wreck.

Is it any wonder

that now he is gone?

 

10/08/12

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

slightly left questioning, this fragment of an issue, a story , a man's life...strong metaphores

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Left Questioning? My reply to Lisa above may explain?

[Mia]

You were with someone who never read your work?! Please tell me that is a gross exaggeration to get your hurt across! That’s such a BIG part of who you are! Someone can't love you if they ignore something that means so much to you. I don’t know if this is any consolation to you, it definitely is for me. She missed out! Not just on great writing (and great it is) also that special connection that comes from reading someone’s 'heart'. You always put 'yourself' in your writing and that’s an amazing thing and she missed out on that. She would’ve had more to drain from your fountain.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Mia you are always so sweetly generous to me. Itb has happened on three occassions that the person I have been with has no interest in my writing. Would love to meet a poetess who loves photography, the outdoors, rugby union and the sun! Tall order eh!

[Mia]

Rugby union is really what takes it from mission possible to mission impossible. Unless of course you’re ok with someone lying to you about their love for rugby…I’ve seen women do a lot worse in the name of love.

[That_Girl]

A raw piece that I thoroughly enjoyed. Well done!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Emo

[Violet Dreams...]

"And yet you fed greedily from his fountain,
until he was dried
and cracked and worn,
a car wreck.
Is it any wonder
that now he is gone?"

Could ending be any better than this?
This is nice

[John Alexander McFadyen]

No I had a sore head from hitting the windscreen! lol

[Violet Dreams...]

You could add that you know, will give it a funny touch...just kidding...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha ha naughty!

[Violet Dreams...]

:P

[afra]

sad but great ...well done

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Afra

[Anonymous Girl]

A job done wonderfully! Enjoyed it to end!
100/100

[Lost in Wonderland]

Wonderfully worded poem. I enjoyed it a lot and liked the the emotions. Very well done!
God Bless
~Mickey

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Mickey you are very kind.

[Lost in Wonderland]

No problem:)

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I can relate to your words here! Sometimes, others do not realize that "poet" is not just a title...it is a type of person....usually quite sensitive....who gives birth to poems as if in childbirth...works from their heart and soul. The entire poem spoke to me but I especially loved:
"You were with a poet once
but you never read his words;
cared not for his achievements.
His majesty was lost on you"

AND
"And yet you fed greedily from his fountain,
until he was dried
and cracked and worn," stress and turmoil can dry up the well that we drink from, our inspiration, our heartbeat. Later the pain will often produce our poems, but in the meantime it leaves us empty and questioning.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

True but the trick is to write it out! Taken me years to learn it but my last 14 poems are me purging a two year relationship which for the first time in my sensitive life I ended!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thanks for your kind review!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I agree write it out. Sometimes, though, when I am in a very stressful situation, I dry up. Then, later it comes a flood! You are most welcome!