This was written for a friend, almost a year ago, someplace else. No luck getting it published, so I’m doing it myself. 🙂
An audible snap
carried down the line,
as emotion yielded to
thought and allowed
itself to be written.
Your heart in words
dark, cold,
bitter as tears,
Deafening anger
oddly beautiful.
What I would do for
one quiet moment,
a little clarity.
Just one moment
time to search,
A wish to find
words, any words,
to tame the rage
and soothe
your wounded spirit.
Shawn 8/17/07
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March 15, 2008 at 7:21 am
pandemonic
I’ve almost forgotten how nice your poetry is!
🙂
March 15, 2008 at 8:56 pm
Shawn W
Thanks, Pan!
March 15, 2008 at 9:53 pm
davidrochester
Your poetry always reflects the goodness and lovingkindness that defines you. I’m glad you chose to share this piece with us over here.
March 16, 2008 at 10:54 am
Wanda Rizzuto
Me too.
Is today poetry Sunday? Did someone forget to send me the memo?
March 16, 2008 at 8:24 pm
Shawn W
*blushing a little* Aww thanks, David!
Hmm, I haven’t looked around yet, but no one sent me a memo, Wanda. Maybe it’s a Spring thing.
March 17, 2008 at 10:44 pm
elissakaren
I so agree with what David wrote. Do you feel comfortable telling us any of the details surrounding this poem, Shawn? I’m very intrigued.
March 17, 2008 at 11:07 pm
Shawn W
Thank you, Elissa.
A friend had run across a news story about a two-year-old girl who had been beaten to death by her mother. Over the course of her life she had been abused, and the other adults in her life and the system had failed her miserably. Her father was stationed in Iraq and was unaware she was in danger, and would have been unable to do anything if he had known.
My friend was hurt and outraged by the story. All I could do, for her, was cry with her.
That’s what this poem is about.
March 19, 2008 at 6:12 pm
Corina
It’s about friendship. I think it sums up how a lot of us feel toward our friends when they are in need, and especially when we can do nothing but listen to them and cry with them.
I think it means more to some of us that consider many online friends as the true friends that they are, even if we have never met.
March 19, 2008 at 9:19 pm
Shawn W
That’s it exactly, Corina.
Sometimes I can hug my friends and let them know they’re not alone. That’s not possible with an online friend, but the wanting to comfort and the caring are the same. All you have is the written word.
March 24, 2008 at 12:35 pm
TheOtherIvy
How true that words fail us when we feel they are most needed. A friend of mine just lost her mother. Just typing that sentence gives me the sensation of all possible words dissipating, not being a sufficient balm.
March 24, 2008 at 9:05 pm
Shawn W
Ivy, the Bible says we should rejoice with those who are happy and weep with those who are grieving. Sometimes that means more than anything you could say.