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

Monday, November 12, 2012

Big Boys Don't Cry

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Big boys don't cry
Don't ask why, son
Just dry the tears
Don't let fears show
The years will pass
Scars amass now
A glass heart breaks
A man takes pain
He aches alone
Man has grown up
His own son cries
No more lies told
He tries what's right
Holds him tightly
Don't fight the tears.

submitted (after deadline!) for dVerse Poets Pub, Form For All, Than Bauk
and for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday


Brian Miller said...

glad you tried the form...it def was not easy...men not crying is a terrible lie that is perpetuated every generation...i like you progression through this though...nice use of the form...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the evolution of the man through this poem. Awesome message! What's that song: Everybody Hurts Sometime.......

Fireblossom said...

Set our boys free, baby.

Marian said...

oh, heartbreaking. and what IS this form?? hmmmm.

Laura said...

beautiful... yes change is possible, and ultimately inevitable... but intentional change, change for the good... that is exquisite.

I hope you will join me and many others by participating in the gratitude quilt... more info is at the top of my blog.

Susie Clevenger said...

Man evolves from not shedding a tear to holding a son and telling him to not fight them. Beautiful piece..!

kaykuala said...

Beautiful response to the form. Great admiration for it. I found it somewhat a difficult twist to try. Well done Lola!


aelfbee said...

Good enough to read to my son.

Lolamouse said...

Thanks for all the kind comments, folks! This poem was inspired by my bereavement group for kids at hospice. We recently had a discussion about boys being told that they shouldn't cry. How absurd!