Last night,
I wept over your broken body,
watching bloody pools expanding
beneath your feet.
Today,
you needed seven anti-anxiety pills
and still paced and cried,
your heart throbbing.
Were we dreaming side by side?
Did you see my vision?
Were you scared by day
from mother dreams
of death?
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(The dog again. Sigh. Put him in the Gentle Leader halter after dinner and he calmed down. Might try that during the day tomorrow.)
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With all my heart I hope everything gets better.
I generally write in persona, responding to characters in books, TV shows, students, overheard conversations. Never assume any poem is actually about my personal life. 🙂 Sometimes I mention or hint at the source, sometimes I don’t. (My daughter tells me things, and ends nearly every conversation now with, “And you can’t use this on your blog.”
I appreciate the concern, however. I hope my old boy calms down soon!
I love this comment. It’s always such a great exercise to write poetry with a voice unlike your own or with experiences in mind that you haven’t actually lived.
It’s a wonderful way to practice seeing from other perspectives.
I just have to say this:
I really love your poetry. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂
Thanks Gabriel. I enjoy sharing it! 🙂
Really beautiful; it nearly made me cry. :’)
Ahhh! Thanks GigiGeorgina!
🙂
powerfully moving! you wrote with a passion that gripped me.
Thank you, Elle.
It’s cool how you can stir up that type of emotion, from a reader’s perspective. That’s some mighty fine writing, Shawn 🙂
Thanks, Syl.
You’re welcome.
To what degree do two dreams affect each other: the poem is in fact the mystery partition. Cheers
Thanks, Laurie. Interesting observation!
xxx Sending you Massive Hugs Shawn xxx
Thank you, David
gorgeous poem, Shawn… overwhelming emotions.
I appreciate that, Lori
The tsunami of energy waves- how it inundates the field before it.