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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 © 2024 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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