Softly she went from place to place,
person to person, faceless to face.
Moving her lips but no one hears,
while flitting through their might.
Endless days bleed into nights,
fast and slow or left and right.
She's only the one she was before,
who wandered through their time.
Rules and judgment, pick and choose,
the brutal win, the gentle lose.
Sighs escape but they’re only breath,
she floated through their minds.
"Life is cheap" she heard them say,
as long as others have to pay.
She ponders reasons given weight,
when wading through their whys.
She wonders when the end will come,
do beginnings matter once you're done?
A simple woman came and went,
and drifted through their lives.
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the brutal win, the gentle lose."
Wow. Loved all of it.
"Life is cheap" she heard them say,
as long as others have to pay."
Excellent! Perfect.
the brutal win, the gentle lose.
This was my favorite, right when I read it, it resonated with me.
Larry, a simple name for a simple gal!
zanelle, I can never decide how much the beginning matters. Thank you, this poem refused to be ignored.
Sheila, I'm sorry Hull House didn't get chosen. Sigh, sorry for all our loss with it. When will we hear a different tune?
R
No it's the endings Doris.. and in the end we will have fine ones.
HUGGGGGGGGGGGG
Linda, when you appear, the old McCartney song "The Lovely Linda" plays in my head. We had rough starts but no matter, we will have fine endings.
"La la la la la Lovely Linda, with the lovely flowers in her hair..."
mhold, poets say things so beautifully, thanks. Gliding through life is often heavy, isn't it?
MichelleD, oh dear, hopefully with healing. Love and strength to you.
This is wonderful, bar none.
I needed this today. TY!!
Those who did not feel the drift most certainly will never realize how very much they're missing. R
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♥╚═══╝╚╝╚╝╚═══╩═══╝─╚for keeping it simply poetic.
Just half-grin. No yodel silly tunes.
I went way back and remembered:
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Military drill-goons yell at troops.
Just insist - the goons speak softly.
Tell authoritarians to be less nasty.
Learn to sympathize and empathize.
Creeps who hate need to go gargle.
Haters who berate need `Lysol.
Gargle. Tell the truth. The end.
Rent DVD and gargle bell chime.
View DVD ` 'Tinker Bell'` asap.
If we view pigs ` yodel a`oinks.
We no need be any`Pollyannaish.
Flow with good/bad` and hiccup.
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huh?
silly.
foci.
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Meek ...
Ponder.
Be calm.
phillis, you nailed it.
Miguela, I know nothing of poetry and was afraid to try but many here encouraged me. In a strange way not telling the story is very freeing.
Tink, thank you.
Julie, what a lovely thing to say. Sometimes I love rhyming, I admit to still loving Dr. Seuss. :(
Mission, I thought of you when I published it, I knew you'd hear each line.
daisy jane, beginnings only matter because they lead you to the end. Once you're done it doesn't matter because you can't go back.
Jack, though this one is painful, no tears. Just reflections on life and what it feels like to talk and have others listen, to have your feelings matter when they haven't before.
Michelle, you are very perceptive. Some will never notice anything that drifts into their life. They'll miss all but the jackhammers.
Algis, thank you.
Rita, I can't change the perceptions of others, many see only what is easiest to see. Thank you for a lovely compliment.
Jeanette, nearly a decade ago an employment agency person told me I didn't have many "marketable skills," as if I didn't already know it, hahahaha! I no longer have much to offer that those in my personal life want or need. It's kind of funny, haunting words of pragmatism.
greenheron, wow! Great question! It's rare that someone gives me something new to think about. I'll consider a belief system I might be better off shattering. Thank you!
Art, you reminded me of boot camp in the Marines. What is human is purposely eliminated to make a "lean, mean, fighting machine." Sigh. Then I became a production and serving machine so others could have what they want and feel good.
What happens when the machine breaks and suddenly wants to feel good too? I can't figure out how to be a machine again.
I Love Life, thank you. I was hoping for the power of relief but now I don't like it at all.
I have a strong desire to delete this, erase, dispose of, escape from. It's 5 o'clock somewhere, screw hurting, I'm going to have a drink.
R♥
libby, it came in my head like music, thank you.
Fusun, wow! Thanks, now that I sat with it, I feel good about it.
"do beginnings matter once you're done?"
I wonder. rated
""Life is cheap" she heard them say,
as long as others have to pay."
that is a mighty truth, right there...
winning IS important, but the stuff people try to win
at ? not so much.......
the competition is between Light and Dark.
you always bolster the right side.
Brutality is a loss, just by existing. We lose when we choose to let go of being gentle. Maybe that sounds naive, but experience taught me this.
I haven't ever gotten the feeling you're a simple woman, at all.
Intriguingly complex, even.
Not really one for poetry (I'm a Simple Man) but this was wonderful.
Boy am I late to the party (this just popped up in the feed at 6:15 a.m. your time)
very glad it did, too...you words tink like cocktail glasses
Just Thinking, the poem came out right after a very bad time that I wasn't supposed to talk about. There were specific events that mirrored other events from my past. Strangely, that pattern continues months later. You are not naive, everyone loses when the brutal are enjoying their brutality. Some do not want gentleness, we do not get to choose what others want. We can only choose to stay or go.
Perhaps it should be a woman with simple needs who finds it incredibly difficult to get them met. This is one of those posts I fight the urge to delete. I hate the hurt that prompted it.
Kate, I'm glad you liked it, your comment was lovely. Thank you.