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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, November 24, 2012

I Tried



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I tried
to dress your wounds
with a piece of worn burlap
but the weave was rough
against your raw hurt
and the blood seeped through 

I tried
to fill your belly
from an empty bowl
but all I could offer
were apologies
so you left hungry

I tried
to calm your mind
with platitudes
but I could stop the storm from raging
with bromides
I had to stand in the downpour
to understand its fury

I tried
to warm you
with a burlap blanket 
but the fibers
let in the cold

I tried
to embrace you
but my arms have been bound
to my sides
so all I can give you
are wishes and prayers

But I tried
I really tried.


7 comments:

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Has a sad feeling of desperation and regret.

Brian Miller said...

I had to stand in the downpour to understand its fury...is a line that pops out at me in this...in putting ourselves in it to gain understanding that i like...i do feel the desperation though in not being able to fill that place..

Grace said...

What a powerful image you have drawn with the worn burlap ~ Very sad but the trying part really resonated with me ~

Peggy said...

I like this poem. Well-stated and clear but artful as well.

Fireblossom said...

You're gonna need to try harder, ya jackwagon! ;-)

Helen said...

This falls on the plus side of overwhelming!! ... and that's good!!!

darev2005 said...

Very powerful and powerfully sad.