To Doubt the Self

To Doubt the Self

(Photo of David Mesplé)

David dove headlong into his thoughts,

barely believing his musings meant anything,

even though being a professor was perfectly

agreeable akin to his academic beliefs.

His heart, upon hearing of his doubting, 

argued against agreeing with any defeat,

proposing letting go of the angst and fearing;

his soul hugged him with longing and acceptance.

Poem and photo by Maryanne Mesplé

July 2016

Missing Him

My husband will be away for almost another year and I'm missing him deeply. It's the weather, the time, the void of my best friend's presence that inspired this poem.

Painting by David Mesplé

Absent Love

Long and dark are the nights

Empty is the bed

Where your body

Should be

I reach for you

Instead I touch

Nothing

It’s exhausting

On my heart

My soul

My world

Longing to pause

Head upon your chest

Listening to your

Heartbeat

The reassurance

Of love

Long dark cold nights

Alone without touch

Hurting inside

Desiring your breath

To brush against

My cheek

Instead I reach

Feeling empty space

Where your body should be

I ache

Poem by Maryanne Mesplé