Dare We Open the Windows Bleak

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I am a bevvy of emoticons
waiting to be spewed onto the screen;
my life constitutes of
the tiniest blips and bleeps (that)
weave gently along a fabric yet unseen.

Get off that swivel chair
that always trips us up on the carpet;
your smile convivially false,
the slightest gestures (does)
leave you rofl-ing without regret.

Yes, I lost the child before term
and don't ask coz you won't understand;
our shared crossings blurring
now mere glitches and static (which)
grieve our memories on wave-washed sand.

In all that has transpired,
part of me had truly died.





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Reviews

[willweb]

I am not sure what to say so I will just say, damn, you are talented. Your expression of feelings is amazing. It seems words do you bidding and follow your direction easily.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Sometimes I realise that words release their own capacity and invite themselves to share their wondrous way of opening meaning and building bridges of communication. Thanks Will for your very kind words and your much welcome visits.

[Soren]

So much emotion condensed and jammed, in so few words. I could feel each word and it seemed that I had lived it. It would be hard to say which stanza touched me most. They all fit together into a composite whole.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you Soren, your most welcome words fit in perfectly with the intent of this poem. My gratitude 🙏🏻 to you. Freds.

[Chris Shaw]

Wow dear Freds. This left me with a lump in my throat. Such a powerful write. I am truly sorry you had to suffer that grief :(

Chris

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Chris. This was so long ago now but as with your poem about visiting places alone and many many others, the pain and hurt are still present although muted by time and circumstance. And again poetry and poets are present in the picking up and moving on. /Freds.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Truly an amazing display of your talent as a poet: modern and masterfully crafted yet with overtones of classics. Count me gobsmacked.

Winston

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Winston. It aimed to embody a contemporary enough feel interspersed with traditional cadence and end up marrying both familiarities in a matrimony of sorts. Most gratefully appreciative to you. Frederick.

[...Relic...]

Sometimes there are no words you can offer someone that seem enough. Poetry is for emotional purges among other topics. Your honesty here is varifies that.

Well done.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you kind sir. Your open-faced response is most appreciated as always. Freds.

[softlyfall]

I have tried three times to comment. It's hard because, frankly, i do understand. But, I will not ask, out of respect for your pain.
I still do not know what to say except....
hugs

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh thanks kindly, this poem isn’t particularly about just the one thing or a specific pain. Although I’m sure that it is birthed out of one if not a couple.

[Lisasview]

Wow,
this is quite a poem Freds...so full of emotion...grieving memories....
so well expressed...
Lisa, still in Spain

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Lisa, just an open faced expression to the current day backdrop. I am most grateful for the read and the wonderful feedback. Freds.

[Lisasview]

You are so welcome...
I have been so busy and so have not posted much these past few weeks..
But I have three new poems nearly ready to post.
Lisa

[redd Brick Keshner]

I have been in that situation on and off for the past decade and there are poems and poems, most of them never having been posted up but their time shall arrive!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Frederick. Thank you for sharing the honest and powerful thoughts. I know there are somethings, we will never understand. A pain, we can't forget. I am sorry for your lost.
Coyote

[redd Brick Keshner]

Hello Coyote! And thanks for sharing your much appreciated thoughts on this poem. Loss is part of living and when we are taught and allowed to flow with the ups and downs, the twists and turns, we become more at one with self and the world. Cheers, Frederick.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem dear Frederick.