Just A Word

 

 

I walk numbly among the

living, I breathe, I eat, I

linger, waiting for some

ember within to spark my

soul back to life, back to

my memories, where the

loving sun warmed the spring

air, and where “tragedy” was

just a word.

Reviews

[Tommy]

I like this! The thought of living in a time before "tragedy," we are told we could see this again sometime.
RLG,
Tommy

[Amanda Crandall]

without the photo i thought more about the survivor of a tragedy more than the victim of said tragedy

[Succubi]

i really like this. especially the last line. i can sense the tragedy itself. its very mournful, yet insightful. creative and thoughtful piece.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I really like this. Read it a few times - as I usually do to get the "sense" of something I read to taste.... As always, you say much in so few words - your gift. This reveals the feel of AFTER.... after a tragedy - the going on after.....

I like it!

Kath

[Emily B]

I like it.

[PhantomDancer]

Wow, I like it very much! Perhaps you created the atmosphere first by the photo, and then continued it with the poem, but it worked well.

[cest la vie]

I am always amazed at how painful pieces are also beautiful.
This is one of those.
Simply a beautiful poem...

[Emily B]

I walk among you, the living,

I breathe, I eat � I linger.

Waiting for some ember within

to spark my soul back to life,

back to my Memories where the loving

Sun warmed the spring air,

And where "tragedy" was

A word without meaning.

. . . just playing around again . . .

[Ferg]

this so clearly speaks of the way one exists after a tragedy occurs.....just going through the motions of living, but not really living........yearning to go back to "before." nicely done.

[Emily B]

it's nearly done, needs a little spit and polish, I like it very much, extremely nice work