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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Willow Weep
I have stood on the outside looking in
For as long as I can remember
An observer of all I see
Listened intently, painfully aware
Of your deep rooted sadness and unrealized fears
There on your pillow as you lay your head
Surrounded by tears, never heard
By others as they carried on
Oblivious …
How I longed to hold you close
Protect you with the strength of my limbs
Remove the strain from your fragile and sensitive frame
A shade I provided when you ran out
That fateful afternoon
Slamming doors as you stumbled and finally sat
For hours if not longer
We were quiet that day, you and I …
On a dark night somewhere near the fifth of December
A shot rang out, piercing the silence like an old rusty nail
Muffled cries and then nothing
Suddenly everyone was everywhere
Except in your room
I struggled to find you, to get even a glimpse
I reached ever higher
You were silent for what seemed like winter …
Footsteps scurried in and out
Frantic cries for help flew with the wind's scream
Blue lights and red lights filled the front lawn
Men in blue uniforms ran inside
Shadows in black cars drove slowly and carefully away
Somewhere, a lonely dog howled
The moon turned aside
And I,
The willow, weep by that window
You once called your own …
(01/15/2008)
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11 comments:
Posted by: tom toby
deep and thoughtful
Posted by: deckard
Gripping and intense. Again, these are short stories you put together.
This one especially drew me in. Quite quite good! D
Posted by: alisajs
thank you again....;-)
Posted by: Oroquell
Wow. This was absolutley brilliant. Honestly, one of (if not) the
best poem's I've seen on here, or any other poetry forum recently.
It's so refreshing to see such a lovely poem. =)
Critique: A few more full stops would be nice. I'm not liking the
"A shot rang out, piercing the silence like an old rusty
nail" metaphor, I think you could do a lot better.
Posted by: Oroquell
Oh. Excuse my apostrophe usage in that last comment. I meant poems not
poem's. Duh.
Posted by: irjasen
ali, this was most enjoyable...love it
Posted by: vyampol
i loved it as well. the imagery clear, the choice of words strong and
the content is profound. Great job!
Posted by: alisajs
Thank you all for your kind comments... I appreciate your time and
attention. I will be by soon to read more of your work. aloha..;-)
Posted by: shocks
If I had a dollar for every time I heard "somewhere, a dog
howled" I would buy a fighter jet made out of platinum.
Posted by: Jack123
i somehow could picture a college dorm scene
with a senseless shooting and all the hubbub
attendent to it-----Jack
Posted by: alisajs
Thank you again for all your comments. I do appreciate you all taking
the time to stop by to read my work.
I will return the favor soon.
alisa ;-)
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