Wednesday,
This has been on my mind awhile. You know there are those "events" that go on in the world that really have little to do with you personally... and yet they touch you in some way... you need to write something... you don't know what exactly... you just need to get it out onto the page... hope it says something worthwhile.
to slightly bow. A sudden thunder
rumbling behind your eyes. You voice soft,
but strong like iron leaves burning
in an open fire place. Not a hint of smile.
Nor does the crowd that's gathered here
to watch and hear you speak.
And when you finally do, the words... the words…
we can't imagine those words
spoken by anyone else but you.
—rrw o7-21-13
This has been on my mind awhile. You know there are those "events" that go on in the world that really have little to do with you personally... and yet they touch you in some way... you need to write something... you don't know what exactly... you just need to get it out onto the page... hope it says something worthwhile.
Mother
What strength it takes to stand
like wind.
Early morning rain has forced your
headto slightly bow. A sudden thunder
rumbling behind your eyes. You voice soft,
but strong like iron leaves burning
in an open fire place. Not a hint of smile.
Your lips have lost the memory of
happier thoughts.
But I don't mind, I barely notice. Nor does the crowd that's gathered here
to watch and hear you speak.
And when you finally do, the words... the words…
we can't imagine those words
spoken by anyone else but you.
—rrw o7-21-13
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