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A poem For Lydia |
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Forrest Cain Member
since 2000-04-21
Posts 306Chas.,W.V. USA |
A Poem For Lydia Somewhere here, no please listen see, the birds, the frog, the blossomed tree, to breathe , to feel to be a part of this the wind, the hills the splashing sun the remembering, the forgetting the things about almost, but no the truth lies there just below the broken ground no words to speak the silent dead scalded tears melting heart puddled muddled drownding eyes raw despair and screams of blood quivery shivery sunless soul so hard the cold so hard the air so very hard to breath. the sky, the stars, nothings changed but nothing will ever be the same since they buried your sister with her baby in her arms. forrest cain for lydia whose sister(nine months pregnant)was murdered( execution style by drug dealers for no good reason at all) Lydias fourteen and her eyes have the look of one whose survived the holocaust. I fear for her life. [This message has been edited by Forrest Cain (edited 06-16-2000).] |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
This poem is so terrible (in the sense of sad!!!). I am so sorry for your friend! What makes this piece work so well for me is the contrast between beautiful nature and cruel fate, no joy can be found from these things when we know of such pain and misery! How can the sublime exist beside evil? Also the almost fragmented-chain-of-consciouness style of the poem conveys the desperation of the speaker. Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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Click Member
since 2000-06-11
Posts 202USA |
speachless!? I don't know what to say! Well written, heartbreaking! Click |
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Forrest Cain Member
since 2000-04-21
Posts 306Chas.,W.V. USA |
Thanks very much for sharing my pain. Lotharingia you understood it perfectly. Click your comments were very touching. Thanks for your caring and reading. It was a bad summer for me. My best friend committed suicide a few weeks later after this he just couldn`t deal with any more pain. I have posted a poem about his suicide in critical forums. You may need to go back a month or so to find it, also one called the hickory casket the first being titled the memory of trees. Thanks forrest |
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