Friday, September 23, 2011

Summer of tears

Nothing
no disaster
one long stream of sadness
over and over
partings, so many
the soldier, a Marine
not so good for mamas when they go and go and go ... away.
The baby
so gold and blue
dish girl, energizer, endless power up
soo far away.
the young white dog
pancreas eaten away by the pack-man C-word
each time I yelled at him for peeing in the house
and he faded so away.
another dog, so skippy
so brown and the most special
away, lost his way, couldn't come home
can't find a way.
Still steady, a pall on the year
this summer of tears
Can't wait for the gold to fall
the winter to freeze
the tears away.

4 Comments:

Blogger Echo said...

Yes, the sentamentality in this piece makes me want to throw up. Sorry, but it had to come out.

9/23/11, 10:27 AM  
Blogger the walking man said...

Naw this piece is not full of gush and whine...but rather emotion and if poetry can not honestly convey that then why do we bother to write it? I like the writing and know you know a better day is ahead.

9/24/11, 6:38 AM  
Blogger Echo said...

Thanks Walking Man, I like your attitude.

9/24/11, 9:25 AM  
Blogger goatman said...

Still asking the shadow to dance, I see. Poetry releases emotion, to me, and emotion must be released for a healthy life.

10/3/11, 11:50 AM  

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