Monday, September 11, 2006

Quick Glances Through the Darkness
By Don Iannone

1
Amidst your sadness, trust
that hope floats down
the wide and winding river of tears
flowing through your soul.

2
Silence creeps
through your being,
like a dejected snake,
filled with submission,
unable to escape
the darkness of its own shadow.

3
We sat in silence,
our hearts separated
by an uncrossable ocean of hurt,
deepening with the passing
of each fathomless moment.

4
Straight-jacketed hopes,
constrained by harsh illusion,
fade faster than shadows
in the late afternoon winter sun.

5
Empty words hold nothing,
and nothing comes close to words,
in our feeble attempt to describe
our inner god of self-understanding.

8 comments:

samuru999 said...

We sat in silence
our hearts separated
by an uncrossed ocean of hurt
deepening with the passing
of each fathomless moment


Don, you described how I am feeling today. I feel like I should stay home today, and go to all the
wonerful bloggers of Project 2996
that have a profile up in memory of all those who lost their lives on Sept 11th.
I was doing that yesterday... too
many tears!
So, I will go to work... and think of all the wonderful lost souls I read about yesterday.
Take care Don!
Blessings to you!

Don Iannone said...

Margie...thank you. May your full heart be a blessing to others.

serenity said...

Don,
I am so amazed at how your poetry reaches each individual where they are. I looked at the previous comment to your 3rd short, which met me in a completely different place, and it just struck me the magic of your words for each individual ... we make them their own.

In particular, however, the first one....hope, hope hope...I love the imagery of hope floating on top of the river of tears.

Hope....love.....always the answer!

Blessings to you!

Don Iannone said...

Serenity...thanks and appreciate you sharing.

dumbdodi said...

Hi Don..
Silence in varied colours...beautiful like always

Kathleen said...

Beautiful Don... deeply touching... thank you!!!!

Rauf said...

External factors have a lot to do with our feelings Don. Tragedy is eternal. We find only moments of joy.

Homo Escapeons said...

It felt like I was back in '95
sitting across the table from my ex
in the well appointed kitchen of the Judge's home

signing the documents to end our marriage.

Sad, and numb.

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