Facade of Living

I wonder why they can't SEE clearly when

everything's been written in terminal code

Dead, long before that last breath of life

was snuffed, inhaling just for show

hanging in the shadows for years, not hours

buried under the rubble long before the avalanche

no one noticed the earth was shifting, or

they ignored the quietude of pleading screams

 beneath breathing's precious facade of living 

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

My dear, you've made a habit of writing things that just strike me to the bone. This piece is highly reflective about a lot of things that have been on my mind for the last while. You just have a way of expressing these things that is unparalleled. Awesome work as always :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Benji, sorry you can relate my friend, jazzed you enjoyed :-)

[kublakhan27]

Anytime Mrs.R :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You pose some interesting thoughts... most people out there ignore the signs, to caught up in their own little world and forgetting the bigger picture.

[Frieda P]

Exactly Dale, thanks so much for your thoughts.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Anytime Moonbeam.

[Emerald Seas]

It's so sad - reflective and profound, Frieda. Breathing, yet dead inside - the imagery and words palpable to the core. Sometimes I wonder how many 'live' like this... I'm many of us have a moment felt like this from time to time... But really living it - that's a deeper sorrow.

[Frieda P]

I agree Sirrah, and unfortunately we don't realize it till after the fact, thanks so much for your insightful review.

[Strider Marcus Jones]

buried under the rubble long before the avalanche
no one noticed the earth was shifting, or
they ignored the quietude of pleading screams
under breathing's precious facade of living

Powerful and poignant poem about the attitude to life and suffering today. Excellent poem. 100/100

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Strider, much appreciated.

[Blue Ivory]

I often wonder about this myself. It's true what you have written I was just asking myself today, what people do when they know they've lived their lives already, and death hasn't come to them yet. It must be agonizing...My grandfather is 95 years old. He's an amazing guy.

[Frieda P]

Ninety five that's amazing, you should ask him, thanks for your thoughts here Siren.

[Tom]

'Suffer the little children ', its a sad reflection on mankind that so many go without while others feast merrily !

Tragic and heartfelt, yet a reality as distinct as the nose on your face ! A deep, sobering poem Frieda !

[Frieda P]

Thanks Tom, glad you got something out of this one...

[Leslie Philibert]

A powerful poem ; excellent, one of the best you have written !

[Frieda P]

Wow, thanks Leslie, much appreciated !

[AYVID N]

A very keen observation worded perfectly, about the world. It takes a very special people to stop and listen. Great poetry Frieda. I loved it.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Divya, very special indeed.

[AYVID N]

You are eelcome Frieda. Take care.

[Great Aunt Astri]

This has a universal 'aura'. So many of us are buried beneath the rubble, maybe because we were the one's that warned the avalanche was coming. I am hoping that my comments make no sense at all! A well formulated poem, I think.

[Frieda P]

Actually your comments make perfect sense, that's the kick of it all, thanks Aunt Astri....

[Michael G. Smith]

This reminds me of a conversation my wife and I had the other night as we sat under the stars. We contemplated how we humans can't even feel the earth as it revolves with us on it or which stars have already faded from existence. A very thought provoking poem.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Mike, glad you enjoyed.

[David Scott]

Why can nobody see?
Can they see yet not know how to un-fall the avalanche...
We see many friends in trouble and we often do not have the skills or the know how to rescue them.
We can dig. We can keep searching. We can keep calling out and leaving the lights on.

Now, for the soul buried. Keep breathing until the air is done. Keep reaching until the body refuses to respond. Keep living until the light at the horizon is indeed your rebirth.

Loved the emotional call here. Strong and compulsive write.
You are a pure joy to read Frieda.
Much love and I not only see your work, but I feel it and you call me to respond as well.

[Frieda P]

I have none of the answers Scott, just a slew of questions, thanks so much my dear friend, you humble me with your words. x