Forget About Me
sitting beside the
road dust flies into the air cars rush by
to forget your
unkind words that is the challenge still i continue to hear them
as if whispered
into my ear see your face contorted
the
snapping spitting of each word
the anger
displayed still i made no response i removed myself
to other
climes quiet meadows a gentle horse
with shiny
coat nuzzled my shoulder sun shines
it is warm in that
meadow from where does that anger come it amazes me
that people behave
in a manner unseen before not in my family
yet it is my
family who behaves in that manner how to forget
wipe the windows of
the bus clean it is as if we are all drowning at sea
i cannot save
you i cannot save myself you float away from me
soon i no longer see
you still there is something lost alone beside the road
September 30, 2015
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Healing and Recovery
after a while i
could see again could feel again
still the pain
lingers is it illness or disappointment
pain or grief so
hard to tell one from the other
the damage was
done no one knows when sometimes there are no answers
maya says we won't
remember the words spoken but we know how they made us feel
perhaps it is
feelings that get sick the body follows
fill the old kit
bag off to war we can't always be sure
how it happened or
how to make the patient well healing can happen over time
sometimes not a
cold compress helps take an aspirin call me in the morning
September 30,
2015
12 comments:
Perhaps it is feelings that get sick and we follow - that is a rather profound thought annell. As we are often guided by our feelings. Its hard too when you don't have symptoms physically, but still you feel it.
Just excellent, Annell. I have someone lash out at me unexpectedly as well, and it really shakes a person up when it happens out of the blue. Scary really, and so true that we won't remember the words spoken but we will remember how we feel. How to get beyond...how to heal...how to forget. I remember again now as I read your poem. I have forgiven for my own sake, but I don't think I can really forget.
So true.. words once spoken tend to leave a mark on the soul.. hence taking longer to heal. Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Truth! How inadequate it seems to be prescribed aspirin when the wound is a matter of the spirit--disappointment and pain and grief can each wound deeply. I remember being so sick after my Grandmother died that I needed two weeks to recover enough to return to teaching. 3 Days only are allowed by the school district, but what could I do? And even recovered, I feel the loss as if a harsh and unfair word that resounds and resounds. Your poem is very moving.
These are both so well expressed, Annell.....I do the same, when someone is behaving angrily or irrationally. I remove myself to a calm place, and observe. It is hard to fathom where such outbursts come from. I love the horse nuzzling your shoulder, right when you needed it. Even if just in reverie, it feels comforting and beautiful.
words lacerate and words heal in this strange world..." no one knows when sometimes there are no answers"...could feel these words deeply....
Oh the credibility bof this poem! Words can wound do deeply Annell the journey of pain and healing is very vivid
Much love...
I love that last line Annell - Maya would too - Each poem conveys a resilience and wisdom but in different ways.. sometimes it is best to rise above words...escape to a better place..anything said in return is likely not to be heard anyway...although i hope you will always be seen..on the side of the road or wherever...
The opening portion speaks to me...that anger can be surprising. Thoughtful work, annell.
Sometimes "Take two of these" is the best medicine we've got.
I remember when an aspirin was an answer to everything - now it's Oxycodone.
Ill stick with the compress and the aspirin
So well conjured, as ever Annell - your writing is that of a true artist - forever poking away at the truth of life... Glad to be reading you again... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
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