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This splintered world
Take it into your cupped palms
dry and cracked from years
of wiping draining tears
and sleepless nights
spent brushing slick hair
and stroking enough colour
into the pallid cheeks
of sufferers of every shade of sick
to drive a harlots rouge to shame
empathy may be a slow death
but lift it slowly
tenderly
as the broken arm of a child
wide eyed and tired
gaze fixed firmly
trusting
that you'll stop the hurting
but not knowing how
dry and cracked from years
of wiping draining tears
and sleepless nights
spent brushing slick hair
and stroking enough colour
into the pallid cheeks
of sufferers of every shade of sick
to drive a harlots rouge to shame
empathy may be a slow death
but lift it slowly
tenderly
as the broken arm of a child
wide eyed and tired
gaze fixed firmly
trusting
that you'll stop the hurting
but not knowing how
Published 21st May 2015
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21st May 2015 1:23am
21st May 2015 1:26am
the capture of hurt is incredible. succinct and complete. "empathy may be a slow death, but lift it slowly"... when the heartache is so full, yet so gentle, that is when you really feel the tenderness of the drawn out pain like new skin growing.
21st May 2015 1:53am
to paraphrase Hemingway, we become stronger in the broken places. excellent work...
21st May 2015 6:20am
splintered n cupped, in title n quickly in the first verse..does the magic ryt at the start, the contrast n the heal felt.first stanza's continuous gush of wear n tear, proves again a perfect opening to the sudden turn in narration in S2 (though S1L1 already gives its point of take off)
i couldnt put it how you pulled S2 so delicate yet the whole universal pain in there with hope, the questions and hope,esp. in those last two cracker of verses.
As also, this part
"as the broken arm of a child
wide eyed and tired
gaze fixed firmly "
is such visual n reminds myself something a dream dejavu, v.familiar, tragic face of a war-torn lil girl..
this poem, from its read this morning, is like one heavy bit rising agn n.agn. Brilliant write, tq fr this share
i couldnt put it how you pulled S2 so delicate yet the whole universal pain in there with hope, the questions and hope,esp. in those last two cracker of verses.
As also, this part
"as the broken arm of a child
wide eyed and tired
gaze fixed firmly "
is such visual n reminds myself something a dream dejavu, v.familiar, tragic face of a war-torn lil girl..
this poem, from its read this morning, is like one heavy bit rising agn n.agn. Brilliant write, tq fr this share
I really like how u do what u do. I have liked n followed your work for awhile, and have enjoyed pockets n pieces... Lately, and specifically here, the whole she bang is so cohesive... I sweet slip down this simply on the sounds so fast. Hafta go back and reread,immediately... talent fo sho... Cheers!
29th May 2015 7:54pm
"..and stroking enough colour
into the pallid cheeks
of sufferers of every shade of sick
to drive a harlots rouge to shame.."
~Powers in that image! well put-down!
You produce great mind-pics in this..
*my list, ty-ty
enjoyed!
~d
into the pallid cheeks
of sufferers of every shade of sick
to drive a harlots rouge to shame.."
~Powers in that image! well put-down!
You produce great mind-pics in this..
*my list, ty-ty
enjoyed!
~d
13th Jun 2015 8:42pm
I am so gladden & enthused to have found place, because so far there is not a work that I have not like yet... & yours are just always hitting & consuming in many ways. This is wow, speechless again really, but I try & sometimes I just read.
