He's leaving for Korea!
Fingers fumble blooms.
He may die there ...
Does it matter where he dies?
Yes! I'll be alone ...
Silence stutters:
He must die here --
by my side.
Author notes
Overheard at a social event of close friends ... The attendants were amazed by such a statement by her, the wife of a preacher. But ... I heard the yearning to be together until the end Beginning, after being part of a divine marriage of 52 years ... She does know that it does not matter where he dies, but her yearning is to be at his side, for alone means: not being there for the US in his final hour ... When one listens with the inner ear to the verbal expressions of pain, of yearning and of love, words become their true meanings ...
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A contest entry
- 30 words by Melissa Gayle.
500 points, ended June 1, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Intense piece here, the sadness is overwhelming.
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Your words and insight leave me speechless and spellbound. You truly have a God given talent for touching the heart of man. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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This carries the impact of truth. This poem is so much a true and natural statement, it presents feelings that all of us experience -- wanting someone by your side, not as a selfish thing, but as a recognition that that is the natural order of things, that is the way things were ordained to be. The need is expressed in the subtext because the message is also "I need you here because you are a part of me." There is also that note of hurt expressed, as if to say "why would you think of doing this thing that will have such consequences for me?"
This is well written and speaks on so many different levels. The mixed feelings expressed are perfect. It is a perfect expression of human emotions. It rings true. Our feelings are seldom pure, our motives are seldom obvious and it is in that state of conflicting desire that we spend most of our lives. I really like this one.
Garrison
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I'm glad I came back to read your note.
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This is so sad! I can feel the false strength that you have penned into this poem. You paint emotional image as well as you paint physical image.
Love,
Amera
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How distressing! Our minds fly where we don't want to go, no matter how irrational it appears in another mood. This is why my mother cried the first time I left my own country for another.
Suggestion, line 4 conjugation is "dies".
This is very human, a natural fear.
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