| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 05/17/07 at 11:54 PM This is really beautiful, Chris. Love these lines "a broken leg easier to mend
but how does one fix a broken mind
when all the answers still aren’t in?"
Thank you for sharing this piece. Much love -Kat
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| Posted by Sarah Graves on 05/18/07 at 01:18 AM Oh wow, what a powerful hit to my heart. Your words remind me of someone very close to me.. seeing them become different through the years, and using self-destruction as a common game. It makes me want to be young again, and see them young with me.. instead of a young man's struggle to deal with his childhood. Great read. :) |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/18/07 at 02:58 AM Hi Chris,
This is so precious and sweet. yet, kinda sad too. Love the picture of your son. Such special moments. They seem to fly away so fast. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/18/07 at 04:17 AM This is quite wrenching, Chris, and hard for a parent to read. I'm hoping the hard part is over and the healing continues. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/18/07 at 08:42 AM Some poems fill holes, some dig them....you just drove an excavator into my soil. Wow!! This hits home. I feel for you. |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 05/18/07 at 02:57 PM Brutal reality beautifully conveyed - A very impressive piece. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/18/07 at 03:33 PM Most impressive to me is the dramatic curve of the poem, which follows the curve so far in this child's story (and yours)... One feels the deflation from the initial swoops of pleasure, swirls... to the chattering walks to the problematic development. Also... that amazing name of the game...which now you wish to in-name. These, in their debilitating sadness.. give the poem strength. One wishes that knowledge could come to the one who needs it through that--after all it is spoken directly to him! ... But one cannot live another's life... even one's own child's, and even through love. The photo is amazing to have... it has the dynamic captured...and there is motion about to spin... let's hope positive motion now. And for you... the positive spin of poetry. That's a treasure... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/18/07 at 03:36 PM Heartbreak with hope! You've displayed vulnerability without selfpity. Pathos without being maudlin. Your son is in my prayers as well as you in coping with the situation. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/19/07 at 01:08 AM i imagine my parents didn't have it much easier than you do chris... and i'm living on my own now, so there's hope. if i can do it, believe that your son can. wonderful piece out of hard times. thank you for sharing. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/19/07 at 01:17 AM I pray God grants him that moment of clarity and for you the strength of His embrace in caring for him. Your heartfelt journaling of this painful journey is beautiful. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/19/07 at 01:21 AM Well ddone tale of growing up the hard way
.....Charlie |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 05/19/07 at 02:43 AM This is a brave and moving poem, Chris. All I know is that watching one's child suffer is one of the hardest things to bear. Here's hoping, as you are, that he's turned a corner to a better life. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 05/22/07 at 02:56 AM This one is especially poignant and utterly heart wrenching. If we could only see into the future....*sigh*
alisa |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/04/09 at 05:48 PM Oh Chris- this is so beautiful loving and heartwrenching. Please keep a careful eye on his meds. You are not to blame. He'll be ok. Wonderful write- tearful read |
