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Notes in Succession
by Christopher J DavidsonShe sits,
staring off in the distance,
a tear pushing it's way past
her lashes
and tracing echoes of sadness
down her cheek.
I cannot help.
There are no words,
no actions
to erase the lies
and abuses
that her past provides
with such a reckoning force.
I am too simple
for these complex emotions;
too feeble and weak at heart;
too slow in mind to respond in kind;
to dry to give your parched lips a drink;
too dirty to ever assist in wiping you clean.
All I have,
when the words are missing,
the heart is frail,
and the mind is eternally numbed,
is a song.
And I play it at intervals.
It is a sorry excuse for comfort,
but it is everything I have to offer.
10/24/2007 Posted on 10/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Christopher J Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gira Bryant on 10/25/07 at 06:49 AM The sense of inadequacy and the driving urge to help, so clearly conveyed.
Thank you. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/26/07 at 03:35 AM Oh, I like this, Chris! It�s got all the elements of a well-structured poem.
The way I see it, the first stanza signifies: Acknowledgement. Setting a delicate stage without really lifting the veil.
The second stanza signifies: Plausible deniability. Having a vested interest without really having control.
The third stanza signifies: Surrender. Identifying your capacity while honoring your true self.
The last stanza signifies: Sacrifice. The gift of you being the ultimate investment in your beloved. The key words being, �I play� because women don�t care what men do, as much as they care that their man did it.
My guess is, she knows you care.
My bet is she loves you too.
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