Saturday, June 8, 2019

Thirst of Another Kind

Photography by Carlo Pautasso

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 59
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"They roll by just like water 
And I guess we never learn 
Go through life parched and empty 
Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst."

~Kathy Matea






It is desolate in the place of longing
Where I wait for you to notice me and
  quench my desire with more than a passing nod
You with your fountain eyes that never flow my direction
Could you not see me withering away with pining
I would have soaked up anything you would have given me
Hung on your words like petals on a flower
For thirsty is a place that drowns in yearning
Dry throats do not crumple like leaves
But hearts do
Leaving nothing to fall to the ground
But regret
And that is the most desolate place of all.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019

21 comments:

  1. I really like the last five lines, especially the line breaks... the way they make stop and see that crumpled heart that never hits dirt and all the regret that seems to litter all available space.

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    1. Thank you so much Magaly and yes regrets have a way of doing that don't they?

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  2. "No is the saddest experience you'll ever know"--Nilsson (One Is The Loneliest Number)

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    1. That song nails it for sure. I enjoyed your 17 by the way!!

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  3. I was touched by the lines,
    "Where I wait for you to notice me and
    quench my desire with more than a passing nod" that is heavenly!!!

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    1. Thank you so much Regina! I am glad you liked it. :-)

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  4. Oh, that image of drought right through the body got to me.

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  5. Ha, the photo sparked similar thoughts from me. I love "Dry throats do not crumple like leaves, but hearts do." So true.

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    1. Hearts are a hardy yet fragile muscle indeed. So glad you stopped by Sherry. 😊

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  6. oh, that passing nod. Been there ... thankfully didn't yearn for too long.

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    1. Yes i have a time or two...it hurts but like the parsing nod the pain passes too. So glad you came by Margaret. 🌷

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    2. Passing nods and being dismissive is fine as long as it is consistent , there are no mixed messages.It is only when the person feigns friendship and affection when it is in their interest and then cold shoulders you when they have taken what they want that it becomes a problem. Good poem.

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  7. You are so right Rall. Thanks for stopping by.

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  8. Oh my, heartbreak crumbles you into dead petals. There is no crushing like it. Unfortunately I grew up desperately trying to get my mother to notice me. It wasn't until after her death I realized all the emotional pain she held tightly against her spine.

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  9. That is heart breaking Susie! To not have a mother's love and attension causes a lifetime of a hurtful void in the heart. 💙

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  11. "Hung on your words like petals on a flower
    For thirsty is a place that drowns in yearning"

    These lines really stood out for me. Great poem, Carrie!

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