June 14, 2012

I Cry




…………………………………………I cry.  For hours it seems the pages
…………………………………………in my hand catch at my heart, and I press
…………………………………………the book open in my lap as I wipe
…………………………………………my eyes, and wipe them again till they’re raw

…………………………………………as I keep on reading.  Sniveling, wetting
…………………………………………my shirt sleeves, my shirt hem with my tears,
…………………………………………repeatedly I bend the spine of this
…………………………………………bit of creativity, this leap of

…………………………………………faith on paper that so stirs my soul
…………………………………………that tears seem the only answer
…………………………………………my nose blowing a clarion call
…………………………………………only after I read through to the end

…………………………………………of someone else’s passionate dreams.
…………………………………………Despite myself, I cry.

7 comments:

  1. I do that too! Love this poem, it really expresses how a reader feels living that life of another even if only for a few hours...

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  2. I cry too, sometimes over a friend's blog. Dianne

    PS hopefully you won't have to sign on again soon. Don't know what WP is up to.

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  3. What power to touch the heart of others that we do not even know.

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  4. You are an absolute wonder, my friend. I am so very proud of you.

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  5. Wow! Mage! This is just amazing. You have such a gift of finding the right words.

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  6. This poem is the best. Can't imagine anyone not liking or relating to it.

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