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The Parting

 

 

 

My heartbeats measure the night.

How many weeks now has sleep mocked me?

How many months?

Late in the breathing hours when

My blood’s rhythm drowns my mind,

When I softly touch oblivion -

My hands betray me.

 

Through my fingertips pulses

The feel of you;

My treacherous hands throb down your body

Until their aching need pervades my thighs -

My heart - my soul.

But I have nothing -

Only the feel of you in my fingers.

 

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas np

 

 

 












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<Deleted User> (13947)

Fri 28th Aug 2015 12:38

I'm so glad I decided to putter about the site and found this. So powerful and sensual. And with just the right amount of sadness and longing I'm drawn to. I could see myself writing something like this. So very glad I found this!

<Deleted User> (6292)

Sun 18th Oct 2009 11:27

So many many times.....

Beautiful, so very beautiful.

Augusta x

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kealan coady

Thu 15th Oct 2009 18:32

Great poem, an inconcievable sense of dissapointment and anguish. I'm always of the negative.

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Chris Dawson

Thu 15th Oct 2009 11:13

I think I missed this one first time round, excellent stuff!
Cx

<Deleted User> (5646)

Wed 24th Jun 2009 11:19

I'm with Daniel on this one. Powerful passion.
Somehow i don't sense sadness in this, it feels mor sensual than that, sensually powerful.
Maybe it's my erotic side showing i don't know.
It's almost tantric like the joining of two souls even when they're apart.

Janet :-)

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Isobel

Wed 24th Jun 2009 07:03

A very powerful one Cynthia. Anthony is right - your poem does make the reader feel the anguish of loss.

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Anthony Emmerson

Thu 11th Jun 2009 14:23

Hi Cynthia,

Two simple words spring to mind when I read this - "sad" and "heartfelt." There are things that loss, loneliness and above all, love can do to us which are almost too painful to endure. But I guess the saving grace is that they stir our emotions, and, for those of us who choose to write, they are perhaps the most powerful catalyst of all. You may have guessed that for me it is important that poetry should make me feel something; this did, very effectively.
Regards,
A.E.

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winston plowes

Sun 31st May 2009 22:19

Liked the imposing opening line "My heartbeat measures the night" Shouted out at me. Great. Win x

<Deleted User> (6199)

Sun 31st May 2009 00:17

"When my blood's rhythm drowns my mind"
I especially like this line. It is a very relatable sensation, telling of how susceptable we are to passion.
A very powerful poem!

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Daniel Hooks

Sun 17th May 2009 17:49

powerful passion!

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