Lovesick

The heart is forever inexperienced. - Thoreau

whispering sweet nothings

screaming sugared, dulcet somethings

sing don't wail

let your heart read the intangible braille

post my bail

turn the key to a heart's inescapable jail

fill your empty shovel and my vacuous pail

turn a gentle breeze to a powerful gale

tip this doubt's scale

over crying hill and weeping dale

although i ail

love will never fail

Author's Note

“Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[EmeraldHeart]

Wonderful Poem. Love the ease which you can read it. Matters of the heart who cannot relate.

[Pete]

thanks. nice that we can read with ease 'cuz luv sure ain't easy but things worthwhile rarely are. best to you ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

except with a deft, poet's hand, this could have just been a silly rhyme poem.
But you turn it into a deep, mesmerizing piece...the braille idea is so good...we could wail, but better to let actions speak louder than words.
nicely done, Pete,
j.

[Pete]

as i get older i find that being able to read the 'braille' is ever more important in finding my way, and a way and i'm not talking about eyesight. thank you j. for your insight ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti]

I felt that poem hard in my chest. Thank you for sharing.

[Pete]

real matters of the heart have a way of doing that. thanks for getting it r. j. ... :)