Not the poem I always wanted to write for my woman friend. Just what came out today regarding the evisceration and rippling that follow certain traumas which occur.
Laughing the Cry
Never
have you shared the whole story
(and it's been seventeen years) --
because you can't.
I am awed by your reaching
to forgive him.
He has refused that gift
for forty years,
as it implies admission.
Now, he's old and frail,
intractably ill.
Don't make me laugh.
Nothing is for you.
He just wants his wings,
as the doomed on deathbeds do.
Julie K. Shavin 1/2010
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Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2010
Powerful indictment of the last-minute game-changers knowing that their game, indeed, is truly up.
To refuse such a gift as forgiveness is truly tragic and deeply sad. I have a poem posted here at AD entitled "Absolution" which expresses a similar theme. Thank you for sharing, Juli. Love and best wishes,
Oh my, how sad. Live life, dump the chumps before they wear you down.
Move on is the message hear. Life is way to short.
Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
Reviewed on January 23, 2010
Wings will only work if the weight is compensate...... and this is a weighty issue, for you, and your friend, and the one wanting to fly.
Hugs Julie! Jasmin Horst
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Move on is the message hear. Life is way to short.
Hugs Julie! Jasmin Horst