To the sound of Our Metronomes

I turned her down

A thousand times,

she walked beside me

chatting about nothing

enjoying the moment borrowed, stolen

how fleeting it oft was

compelling us after embracing us

to private hells.

She didn't ask

more of me then I gave

we knew the answer unspoken.

I was stone but willing to be leaned on

she was fire willing to be banked.

the heart ticks on.


I left, not running (though much running I did)

I sought myself

In my despite

ego decrying the journey

comprehending the world as I touched it

found not change for all the miles tread

our connection

she was stayed where she stayed

wrote letters unanswered

missed letters

hidden by a devil's whim

Tried to be faithful

though hell itself seemed determined to swallow her whole

Still stayed she remained

the heart still ticks on.


Returned, I ignorant to cause

Life returned at my returning

A desperate task to claim my prize from hell's altar

had I the faith to try.

our eyes met, no words needed speaking

Another held her chain

biding my time

I saw my answer there in a smile.

Against the leash she strained

my hands she wished to touch

Only pain could greet our limitations

I knew she was strong enough to break free

but needed to know where to break free to

contented myself to wait until discomfort

the reaching

caused her to bring the strength to be free.

afraid of being her reason

feeling unworthy

though as to that

twas my demons who soiled my view

and not the man

The heart ticks on.


We sat one day,

All others swept apart.

or should I say freed

those others in baleful shock

waiting to pursue.

Discussed a future unresolved upon

to find in the unresolved, resolution

It was natural though

we decided that not deciding was decision enough.

Two hearts beat in harmony and onward

knowing where we were going

but blinding ourselves to consider the steps to get there

though one held misgivings

both having secrets forebodings.

yet we ticked on.


I told her she was crazy

she asked to be my other half

I knew that my hell was hotter then hers

even though in so admitting

I hadn't the heart to consider

what would become of her

were I to leave...

In that I had my answer

though trembling with reservations

I put my trusting hand in hers

My heart regained its accustomed harmony

and ticked on.


Devils and weaklings

trying resolutions to shatter our peace,

We left on a journey

never to return

thinking, acting, praying...

Through fires unseen

licked our heals

daring us to fall,

to fail

some only time would dispell

we took a leap of faith

our hearts journeyed on still ticking.


Hand in hand we said our vows

most binding, and then made our oath

alone, in sweat and blood intertwining

The deeds were done and our victory,

Bitter sweet we won

the demons still there

though in our resolution

they were kept at bay

still our hearts could take nothing back.

ticking tremulously


Six years in ticking

not a regret left unconquered

foreboding unresolved,

yet resolved all the same

two foolish but steadfast hearts

standing tween two mirrors

now one

and the ticking unrelentingly.

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schoolgirlforreal 6 years ago from USA

Very inspiring. I enjoyed it.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

Thank you, I am glad you did.


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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia

Thank you my dear 'Jaggedfrost' for leaving me a message about your 'double-hearts-full' narrative poem, it is beautiful and it has happy ending, what else one can asks for....thank you for sharing your 'road to happiness' with me:) all the best from Beata


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

Your very welcome. It was an interesting invitation that pleased me much in the journey of complementing your work.


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acaetnna 6 years ago from Guildford

This was beautiful and very inspiring. Thank you Jaggedfrost.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

acaetnna thank you very much; it is a pleasure that you stopped by.


Deborah Brooks-Langford 5 years ago

This poem is worth reading. excellent.. your words wove me and made me feel the love and pain at the same time.. absolutely wonderful to read. thank you for writing.


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Jaggedfrost 4 years ago Author

Your very welcome Deborah. Thank you for stopping by.


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Such an interesting piece--I often wonder if when one person loves the other fiercely, if the hesitations--forebodings are less or more--this is a piece to sit with again and again I think--


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Jaggedfrost 4 years ago Author

Perhaps I have been a tad too tentative in responding. Sometimes I feel like I close conversations in a finite way that doesn't leave it much open for further discourse.

Regardless of that AudreyHowitt, the fear of not having what you want so bad is felt by anyone with sense enough to want what they cannot forcibly take. My situation wasn't much different. Perhaps I might favor my perspective in saying that the hurdles we had to hop over proclaim its difficulty. We all feel that way I think. It was a pleasure to grab an actual meter and put this idea to it. Usually I don't bother with set format. Due to another correspondent I decided to try this one out. I am glad you appreciate it as you do. Feel free to read it as oft as you desire. I am flattered by your desire more then a little.

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