Open Poetry #19 |
Pena, Dolore, Kummer, Chagrin |
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
All grief is frozen in time, black and white like the photo of the Vietnamese girl, her clothes burned off by napalm, silent wail running towards the lense Forever Unvenial I suppose, that I would always witness the wracked and ruined, stationary, still and hushed but never really invisible, more a stick man with dots for eyes and a mouth like an inconsistent performing stock, it's two ends never both on the upswing. Her mewl at the end of a sentimental movie, an excuse to weep openly in my presence, cover for the regret of our Love being over. The squalled anguish of an adolescent, frustrated at the limits of her control and the lack of her parents. The sobbing and prolonged moan of a battered mother in an age when only blood had ears. The blubber of the cuckolded friend in unavoidable realization. The keen of the only child at the funeral with strangers. The whimper mid song in the shower when heart and mind refused the distraction. The pule at dicovering the carcass of an animal friend of ages. Sorrowful invitation to the wretched bawl whose members plantive and stricken screams have long since gone to the wind but whose somber and doleful crying stays colorless as silent physiognomy in the stick man's psyche Forever "Happy people have no history" - French Proverb |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
powerful... emotional... excellent write... one that makes me say wish I had written this.... |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Tears are therapeutic. [This message has been edited by Interloper (03-07-2002 11:07 AM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(tears fall down my cheeks) Oh Richard, this is sooooo very sad yet so compassionately touching, I believe everybody hurts sometimes, and the tears we cry become the turning point of how we become the compassionate loving people we are born to be and how we reach out to others and console their tears! (big hugggsssssss) I was abused and battered as a child by neighborhood boys until my pre-teen years, and I believe that was the turning point for me through those tears. I feel so sad always reflecting on that pain, yet I too am also proud of myself, for becoming the compassionate person I want to be, and now I want to devote my life to helping children who, like me, bear this sorrow they yearn to express and help them and mentor them! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, my thoughts and prayers go out to all those who feel this kind of suffering, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Richard, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Her mewl at the end of a sentimental movie, an excuse to weep openly in my presence, cover for the regret of our Love being over. =========================== The whimper mid song in the shower when heart and mind refused the distraction. ================================= mirror mirror on the wall............... is it your turn to clean them, or mine either way...the reflections are blinding. well done poet R. So it seems your saving grace was only saving face, |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Strong powerful poem with a lot of food for thought here, really good write, floria Floria |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
RS Such snapshots black and white some pale or bloodstained real or imgined stark and real your images. Writing at its best! |
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