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To Grasp
by Glenn CurrierTo find one human person
who without your erudite
lengthy explanation,
can stand under
your poem or line of words -
said with a mysterious smile -
and simply nod
and with her smile
tells you she knows what it is
you’re trying to express
To find one human person
who is quiet and calm and sad
with you when that tear rolls down your cheek
and you need not say a word of explanation
To find one human person
who knows the love
the affection and respect
contained in a single soft touch on her shoulder…
is an ineffable gift
as rare as a fist-sized diamond
suddenly appearing in a miner’s eyes.
It is a gift so precious you feel humbled, unworthy,
with a gratitude that lies deeper
than you can feel,
much less express. 02/13/2018 Author's Note: Author’s Note: I read something profound this morning and I thought to myself: “Oh there is a poem in that, but if I wrote it who would get it, who could stand under it and hold it and appreciate it and know me enough to catch that region within me from whence it came?” Then I remembered one man, a fellow poet, a fellow traveler who could and would. And I felt grateful for him, a man, almost as old as I, with Parkinson’s Disease who has difficulty walking and talking, but who under stands.
Posted on 02/13/2018
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/16/18 at 10:08 AM To grasp or not to grasp...that is the question. Seriously though, great poem...quite spiritual. Reminds me a little bit of one of mine, The Search. And if you didn't receive my message back on your comment in Ottawa, it's great to have you as a friend as well. Kindred spirits. :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/16/18 at 02:51 PM Glenn, this poem tells it like we wish to tell it and as we would want it heard in the full and not the half or quarter but the full measurement of how we have been affected by what we read, by what we loved and by what we heard or think we heard. We are all composed of words and grateful if ears avail themselves for such words to be understood. Anyway, that is the theory or the hope. Always wishing you and your words well, Glenn. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 02/17/18 at 11:49 AM Grasping and holding this fist-sized diamond of a poem! |
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