poem: & the others
sadness pervades
the streets of antioch
the missing pieces
the failed attempts
the hopes rising &
perhaps
still breathing
in the night
god bless the three
& the others
in waiting
waiting past all
possibilities of light
the warrens
of anxiety, the last
place found
retained
filling in
the blanks
crying out
in between
the dark &
the light
prayers deadened
hope anesthetized
risen flames
singing into the night.
the streets of antioch
the missing pieces
the failed attempts
the hopes rising &
perhaps
still breathing
in the night
god bless the three
& the others
in waiting
waiting past all
possibilities of light
the warrens
of anxiety, the last
place found
retained
filling in
the blanks
crying out
in between
the dark &
the light
prayers deadened
hope anesthetized
risen flames
singing into the night.
Labels: for the three
posted by murat11 at 12:35 AM
6 Comments:
Nights are complex creatures, filled with all kinds of emotions.
DM: Collision of two sadnesses brought this poem through. Fifteen feet away, a next door neighbor passed away last night; a very gentle and generous soul in her mid-80s. Thankfully, all of her family were down in Texas visiting. Also, another wave passing through for the California woman who was kidnapped at the age of 11, kept imprisoned by her kidnapper for 18 years, during which she was impregnated by the kidnapper with her two daughters.
I'm sorry to hear about your neighbor, and the story of the California woman & her family is a hard one to bear as well. Not sure if this makes any sense, but your poem feels like a mourning song, and there is some peace to be found in reading it.
I tried to post a comment last night, but it didn't take. The sadness in this poem was contagious, yet beautiful. I really liked these lines:
crying out
in between
the dark &
the light
prayers deadened
hope anesthetized
risen flames
singing into the night.
But I was encouraged that the hope was only anesthetized and that the flames were singing in the night.
Sorry to hear you lost a neighbor.
Anno: I completely understand your sentiments; I couldn't sleep last night (this morning) until this came through.
Teresa: Had to push the ride for sure, but inside the mourning and sadness was the sense of the risen flames.
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