You couldn't tell by looking at him
that he was looking at you
and seeing what mattered.
He didn't care much
about being social or smooth.
He was busy soothing
others' private hearts.
He understood wildness
and never made light of it.
John, let me face the world
as casually, as solidly,
as you always did.
The world is poorer
for his death.
I am poorer
for his death.
Karen Greenbaum-Maya (aka pieplate)
A contest entry
- For John McLaughlin--may you rest in peace---NOW OPEN FOR PREWRITES by Viyanna Rosemarie.
550 points, ended August 30, 16 entries
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Comments
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Hello. You have used the information presented in the contest well, to give a touching brief of what John McLaughlin was like. I do hope that it helps the friends and family of John McLaughlin, and I wish you well in the contest. My regards.
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Amazing.
This is a great poem. It's clear that the character John truly understands life.
Great flow, great work.
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