a veil of tears fall
gently
down my face as i
ponderwho, for what, i am
they fall onto an open hand
trying to understand why they’re shed
and i sooth the pain by saying…yes i do,
thy heart laments in the sorrow of others
…feeling the burdens of
hunger
the pangs of strife and
lonelinessknowing life’s music is not heard
when the struggle is deafening
a body left unclothed,
sheltered from the cold,
hunger pangs go unfed of
mother and child,an uncaring hand that has so much is
blinded by perceived riches of self indulgence
i catch the tears upon my
open hand
holding my soul, my
heart tight, walking,day and night trying to wipe away tears
on faces, share food with child and mother
for when the human heart
is promised yet it
becomes complacent, not
a smile or touch,many are scorned thinking no one cares
for even in the presence of others
an emptiness resides within
Really beautifully written Marco! :) I like how you captured the human aspect of this poem by attaching the fears that a lot of us commonly have: clothing, shelter, love and compassion, food, etc. Some of us don't get that much, and I am always touched when someone gives something out of respect rather than desire. There is more appreciation in something like that.
ReplyDeleteThankfully you have poetry to express your compassionate nature.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written, Marcoantonio, and something we all need to keep in mind. Even those of us who don't have very much may have more than some truly shattered souls.
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amazing!
ReplyDelete"knowing life’s music is not heard
ReplyDeletewhen the struggle is deafening"
And so apt, then, is the actionof decreasing the struggle through one's own commitment. Bravo!
Yes.. it is really the simplest thing in the world... yet we refrain from doing the simplest thing.. wonderfully expressed..
ReplyDeleteReaching out to others... beautiful spirit here.
ReplyDeleteah yes the sense of loneliness in a crowd, is a reality, and your poem explores this deeply
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much love...
Such an apt poem for the conflicting feelings of the excesses of the season, when some have so little. Beautifully written, my friend. I like the lines Susan quoted, especially.
ReplyDeleteYour love of fellow beings and your compassion shine through this poem. I especially like "knowing life’s music is not heard when the struggle is deafening."
ReplyDeleteI almost had a spell of tears along with your poet writer, Marco. Life isn't fair and any of us (bloggers) here is infinitely better off than the subjects of your poem.
ReplyDeleteWe really can't change the world but if and when we have opportunity and means to help even one we should do that.
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So many need our compassion..your poignant poem reaches my heart to speak, "I must do more."
ReplyDeleteif wealth could only meet poverty the world would be brighter
ReplyDeleteBeing ignored by those who do something about our suffering is a terrible betrayal...
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