This is not a poem I wrote for my then editor and agent. They wanted nothing but slam, bam, thank you ma'm kind of poetry...in other words almost X-rated poems that spoke of nothing more substantial that conveyor belt junk.
(Irritating Nudge at your service.)
My inner voice, I affectionally call "Irritating Nudge" HATES writing poetry, but gave me this one like we were both meant to bring it forth...
So here it is: But first an appropriate visual image from someone far more creative than me, to get us all in the mood for my least favorite personal genré...my OWN poetry...
(Broken Heart-By Mary Coffey)
By Lin Holmes
Broken dreams are haunting me,
Shattered remnants of what used to be,
Wondrous moments of our ecstasy,
Have eroded the soul of our unity.
Promises you made, fell by the side,
You gave me no choice, but to think you'd lied,
All the tears that my eyes have cried,
Know this is the truth, that can't be denied.
I ache to be, the way we used to be,
Back when you promised me eternity,
When our hearts beat, in tender harmony,
Back before you'd broken me.
The Artwork BROKEN HEART is by Mary Coffey.
I want to thank her for allowing me to use her artistry here with my poem.
She can be found on Face Book at:
And here's some more of her amazing work: