by Herb E Hasler
Monday, May 13, 2002
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Waking to the whispered cries of hidden pain,
Imagining my touch could release her despair,
Watching the flood of secret tears pass
through a broken damn of walled emotions.
My mind hovers above, searching for something
to hold on to, something to unplug so
her carefully protected hurt will drain away
and be lost in the cracks of our past.
But there is no such magic for this hummingbird
that flutters around a well-scented silk flower.
A warm embrace comforts, but thoughtful,
kind words bring only a polite smile.
Cement walls cover this delicate, beautiful porcelain,
glimpsed only teasingly through ever changing cracks.
Desire picks up a sledgehammer, but understanding
whittles it to an artist's chisel, wielded by compassion and love.
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|Reviewed by C. Gourlay
|looking closely, i see a depth in certain lines which may not have been apparent, had i not been observant. more than meets the naked eye. well written piece.|
|Reviewed by Gregory Sonn
|Lost in the cracks of our past - great line!
Loved the poem.Great imagery thoughout. Gregg
|Reviewed by Kahley
|Very Nice! It is very Heart Felt! I await your next write... *BIG SMILE*|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Brilliant! very touching, and well written...|
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Moving write--good expression...|