Untitled 9/15/08

[Pillthrill]

(Yeah I know its rather crappy, but its the meaning behind it really...idk)

I am your mother, your sister, your niece,
you will see it in my eyes.
Look deep and see the cry for help
that nothing can disguise.

These dark brown eyes,
plead for only your hand.
To comfort me
when I feel this I can no longer stand.

Smile and comfort
that broken stranger.
Someone special,
you could save from danger.

How much is compassion?
What is the cost?
In the end,far less that the pain
of a loved one lost.

 

[Jabberwocky]

A word of advice before i speak about your poem. When you predispose someone to your poem by stating it is no good you are not allowing anyone to draw their own conclusions, or by proxy might be making others feel bad about liking your poem. Just something to think about, we tell others how we want to be treated.

i enjoy the flow of this poem it reminds me of perhaps a grim fairy tales rhythm. I can see it almost as a dark illustrated story

How much is compassion?
What is the cost?
In the end,far less that the pain
of a loved one lost.

I enjoy the asking of questions there by allowing us to interperate the nature of the poem making it personal to me.

looking forward to reading more.