Alexander Has questions

Just a poem

In the morning Alexander brings the light

he also brings something else

the uncertainty of an orphan

confused as he is with questions

they evaporate as soon as he opens his mouth

leaning toward me creeping into my brain

there are no answers as there are no stones that

I’m able to throw with force of a giant

into his hissing wounds

 

How to open up when the words confine

like a clenched muscle, battling for space,

deterred in all its efforts to find a way to expand to relax

the alleviation of pain

and he is just looking at me

amused with our hopelessness 

Reviews

[Emilia]

I am new here and kind of lost. I would like to thank you Mr. C Froman for such kind words.

[An owl on the moon]

As you express these thoughts... these poetic echoes of the soul... there is such a story unfolding through each line... profoundly moving...