Begging at the feet of Greatness
by Shannon McEwen
Has every word been torn?
From the very heart
Of the very thing I wanted to say
Left only with glib cliché
Begging and weeping
As I grasp
The long disintegrated robes
Wretched in my harried attempt
Left only with broken finger nails
And chapped lips
Where I kissed the empty gravel
Trail between here and somewhere else
Haemorrhaging from my ears
Author's Note: an older poem of mine
Posted on 09/15/2009
Copyright © 2021 Shannon McEwen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe David on 09/15/09 at 01:29 PM|
wow. Amazing poem. Speaks directly right to me, reminding me of all the times words have failed me when attempting to deal with or describe things or experiences that truly matter to me, and I am left only with empty cliches.
|Posted by D. James McKee on 09/18/09 at 03:26 PM|
I dare say every poet worth her salt has felt this way at some time. I certainly have. An excellent write!
|Posted by D. James McKee on 09/18/09 at 03:28 PM|
P.S. This one goes straight to my favourites list!
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/22/09 at 10:29 AM|
oft it seems the case, that the very words we need express our uniqueness have dwindled down to cliche, but every so oft the muses take pity and line our souls with new venues with which to express what is uniquely our own as you have done in this poem.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/22/09 at 03:47 PM|
I am so glad to find this poem on someone's favorites list. How I can relate. You crawled into the thought of every writer and created a unique cry which I embrace.
|Posted by Julie Adams on 04/03/10 at 02:49 PM|
this succinct piece is stocked with depth of emotion, imagery, thought, and language...ur a pleasure to read, ur lines meaty and delicious (that's saying a lot from a pescatarian, lol)...kudos poet, this piece has a rightful place on the top-rated list!! peace n poems to u, jewels xoxox