07-04-2024, 03:49 AM
I've been struggling the last few days or so about whether or not to post this. But I'm going to give into this inner pull that I feel, and hope that the moderators find this acceptable.
Last week, my older brother died. He had had many struggles over many years and had burned many bridges multiple times. I am purposely choosing to be vague, and I hope you guys understand.
This "Forgiveness" poem poured out of me almost 7 years ago under circumstances unrelated to him. Yet, here it is ... available to me when I need it again. I have shared it with others as they walk through their own need to heal, and they seem to have found it comforting.
Poetry is powerful, despite the fact that it has lost much of its popularity. One of the reasons that it has lost its appeal to the masses seems to be that most people are just so impatient. They are unwilling to ponder on things. Unwilling to be quiet. Unwilling to close their eyes ... to just listen and think.
This poem is pretty straightforward. Purposefully so. As I grow as a poet, my hope is that my poetry will be accessible, yet deep. I hope to paint pictures ... to express deep emotions ... to deal with the complexities and meaning of life with rhythm and brevity. Blessings
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(IMPORTANT NOTE: If for whatever reason you are interested in responding to or commenting on my post above about my brother, please do not post it here for that would not be consistent with the purpose of a critique forum, and I respect that. It is also posted on the Poetry Discussion board and you may comment there if you so desire. I do however want to leave my post here also, because it is relevant to my poem.)
Last week, my older brother died. He had had many struggles over many years and had burned many bridges multiple times. I am purposely choosing to be vague, and I hope you guys understand.
This "Forgiveness" poem poured out of me almost 7 years ago under circumstances unrelated to him. Yet, here it is ... available to me when I need it again. I have shared it with others as they walk through their own need to heal, and they seem to have found it comforting.
Poetry is powerful, despite the fact that it has lost much of its popularity. One of the reasons that it has lost its appeal to the masses seems to be that most people are just so impatient. They are unwilling to ponder on things. Unwilling to be quiet. Unwilling to close their eyes ... to just listen and think.
This poem is pretty straightforward. Purposefully so. As I grow as a poet, my hope is that my poetry will be accessible, yet deep. I hope to paint pictures ... to express deep emotions ... to deal with the complexities and meaning of life with rhythm and brevity. Blessings
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(IMPORTANT NOTE: If for whatever reason you are interested in responding to or commenting on my post above about my brother, please do not post it here for that would not be consistent with the purpose of a critique forum, and I respect that. It is also posted on the Poetry Discussion board and you may comment there if you so desire. I do however want to leave my post here also, because it is relevant to my poem.)