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Directions Not Included

by David R Spellman

Teardrops eke their way
washing the letters which pour
like sweat released from hours
of laboring for things to say.
 
But nothing comes
no matter how hard I wring
the bell which tolls no more
lessens not the urge to speak.
 
What is there left to say now
that might make things right
pulling u-turns from wrongs
re-mapping the decisive choice.
 
No one way will ever
get us to where we’ve been
or set us on the road home
unless we stop to read then
start to understand the signs.
 

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/16/03 at 11:53 PM

As always, Dave, you carry us through new perspectives.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/17/03 at 03:19 AM

I love the softly sad feeling that this brings to me when I read it... a pensive feeling. The last verse is superb. I can't remember when I have read something so simply honest....

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/18/03 at 08:51 PM

Somber, melancholy, with a touch of hopefulness. Says to me, "one must take the time to see where I've been to know where I am going. And how to get there."

Posted by Mara Meade on 09/18/03 at 10:18 PM

Sigh... and I'd been hoping that all I had to do was click my heels together and say, "there's no place like home." This is a poignant reminder that things are often not simple to un-do or change.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/18/03 at 10:32 PM

Words are so easy to say and so difficult to reclaim. Excellent verse that speaks deeply to all those that have wished that at some key points in their life they were mute.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/19/03 at 06:03 PM

'unless we stop to read then start to understand the signs.',The emphasis on unless we STOP ( to read) we cannot understand, speaks volumes. This speaks of the whole psychology of the self and the other stuck up in the labyrinth of the escape roots.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/21/03 at 09:37 PM

Superb reflection of those uncomfortable stretches of silence David, when even the compass spins crazily.

Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 09/26/03 at 12:24 AM

I really like this one UD... there is something changing in your poems- whatever it is, i like it- i'm excited to read more

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/26/03 at 09:08 PM

Well done Dave......Charlie

Posted by Christel Crews on 09/26/03 at 09:38 PM

a very nice piece- made me stop and think :) i enjoyed it and could empathize with one too many points you've made. thank you for sharing it with us

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