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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Don't Cut off Your Nose to Spite Your Face" (without using the actual phrase or litera (02/14/08)

TITLE: My Foolish Heart
By Denise Pienaar
02/18/08


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The day is ending, night falls fast,
And all alone, I sit and stare.
As ghosts of bygone days drift past,
I rock in my old rocking chair.

My dreams are all of long ago,
Of golden sunshine, skies of blue.
Back in those days you loved me so,
Your love was strong and pure and true.

Why did you leave me all alone?
Do not remember, yet I must.
My heart is frozen, turned to stone,
My dreams have crumbled into dust.

I was young and filled with pride,
Could not forget, could not forgive.
And though you pleaded, begged and cried,
With all your sins I could not live.

Why could I never be your wife?
Was it so dark, was there no light?
What made me drive you from my life?
Your sins were small, was it just spite?

Sometimes I see you in my mind,
And wonder where you are, and how.
Perhaps you’ve left it all behind,
And sing the songs of angels now.

My foolish heart, why did I ever,
Close the door, drive us apart?
Oh, how I wish that I had never,
Listened to my foolish heart.

I look into my foolish heart,
But only emptiness is there.
I close my eyes and slowly start,
To rock in my old rocking chair.


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LauraLee Shaw02/21/08
This is so full of depth. On one layer you told a story, down deeper lay the regret of the MC, and at the possible deepest level laid a message for all of us as we picture ourselves rocking in a chair at an older age pondering what might have been if we had only acted differently now. What a way to take a topic and make it stick. Well done.
Rebecca O'Connor02/21/08
Regret is the casualty of spite and so final a punished course to be left with! Tragic! I took pause in my young years and considered the cost of possible regret and I'm blessed that I did. My own marriage turned around in such a miraculous way that I've not to had to see what might have been if...
Sara Harricharan 02/22/08
Oh! So sad. You capture some good images and emotions here. My favorite line was the third one in the first verse with the ghosts of bygones-I can see that very clearly in my head. Nice job. ^_^
Jan Ackerson 02/24/08
Excellent poem, right on topic, and so, so, sad.
Beth LaBuff 02/24/08
This is sad and haunting. Your writing is beautiful and descriptive. I really like this.
Holly Westefeld02/26/08
I like how you brought this back to the rocking chair at the end. Nicely done.