A sorrow someone silently might bear A lifetime and still silent disappear Before someone else knows someone was there This sort of thing happens all the time here Coldness as common as kindness is rare Disappointment so deep it feels like fear Redolent of that reluctance to care One finds where absence never seems to go And presence seems determined not to share
Where bad news is always the first to know And seems to serve to chase good news away When tears are too fast with laughter too slow Seeming unseemly seemingly hollow And night is not relieved by dawning day One peevishly partners the other so That each is interrupted in its way Where neither may lead nor either follow But since the dance will not end simply stay
In stalemate like old ice beneath new snow And so till all is silent everywhere
one really has to stop and read every line and roll it around in their mouth to grasp the full effect of this piece.
you have obviously put a lot of work into this piece and have written it with a specific intention/message to convey.
and it all seems so backwards when the bad news is heard before the good... when the tears come so quickly and the laughter seems so hesitant. perhaps this is looking back on growing up...? im not sure but i know that when i think about my childhood home it always seemed to be that way.
on the day i got the lead role for the play my brother got home before me and told dad that this "bad boy" wanted to go out with me so instead of being excited about my lead role i was subjected to lectures about boys and asked if i needed a lock on my door LOL!
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
Chrissy
you have obviously put a lot of work into this piece and have written it with a specific intention/message to convey.
and it all seems so backwards when the bad news is heard before the good... when the tears come so quickly and the laughter seems so hesitant. perhaps this is looking back on growing up...? im not sure but i know that when i think about my childhood home it always seemed to be that way.
on the day i got the lead role for the play my brother got home before me and told dad that this "bad boy" wanted to go out with me so instead of being excited about my lead role i was subjected to lectures about boys and asked if i needed a lock on my door LOL!
very thought provoking piece.