I’m going to try something new. For awhile I did a category called Poems Written on Paper. Today I am going to try something a bit different: Poems in a Picture.
Here is the first.
She holds her shattered, barely-beating heart on display
Inside the window for people to view today.
Most brush it aside—She clamors for a stopping stare;
But her wants are denied; no soul on earth seems to care.
I knock on her window—trying to seduce a smile;
She glances over, says, “it has been gone for quite a while.”
Softly I ask her “why,” but receive no kind reply –
Her gaze lingers forward, whispers, “did he really die?”
I find a way in and hold her through tonight’s process;
Underneath the stars we sit and let the day digest.
I know I have no words to appease her hollow pain;
But I stay beside her amidst the tears and the blame.
Her tragic thoughts speak loudly through her tear-stricken shirt.
I promise to do anything to make it not hurt.