Two Poems- A Call and Response

QueridaJ:

A response to the call in “rooted in gaps” by the amazingly sageful Soulwalker @ http://asoulswalk.wordpress.com

Originally posted on A Soul's Walk:

Here are two poems. The first inspired the second. They form the start of a sort of call and response (which is one of my absolute favourite things in poetry- because what poet hasn’t wanted to use this form of communication to actually communicate with another person…). The author of the first poem has a blog titled, “intotheindigo.” It is fantastic and QueridaJ is an amazing poet. Check out her blog to see the original poem in its original setting by clicking on the link above or on the link in the poets section on the right sidebar.

Rooted in Gaps

I push away
Wanting to be pulled
I shy away
Wanting to be sought
I turn away
Wanting to be caught

I yearn alone

I yearn alone

But I assume you know

The gaps they fill with silence
And wayward thoughts,
they cloud
The reality that you have made

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Rooted in gaps

I push away
Wanting to be pulled
I shy away
Wanting to be sought
I turn away
Wanting to be caught

I yearn alone

I yearn alone

But I assume you know

The gaps they fill with silence
And wayward thoughts,
they cloud
The reality that you have made

I am grateful but selfish
wanted but needy
Loved but insecure

I realize….but will I reach?

Let it

I feel tricked.
I feel used.

I saw the pretenses fade.
I saw the act tiring.
I saw the gestures become absent.
I saw the eyes glass over.
I saw the disinterest grow.
I heard the words simply said
Because it was too much trouble
Not to say them at all…
Yet their edged weariness told me so.

I feel fooled
But no one fooled me….more than me.

I think
I’m just going to let this eat me alive.

What goes unsaid

I can hear myself

Convincing you

Convincing me

My earnestness strains

To be heard

To be accepted

To quiet my mind of doubts

To quiet your tongue of questions

I repeat myself

Tasting the words

Chewing them over

Letting them spill forth

Emphatically

Letting the pauses

Speak of surety

Letting my gestures spell out confidence

Waiting out your nods

Searching your smiles

For satisfaction or smirks

Weighing all the segues

And praying for a tangent

A providential interjection

 

Lost in our own ways

We are all lost in our own ways.
Another’s pain bewilders more:
A dirgeful anguish.
A keening whine.
Slices cleanly.
Its sting evident:
Only when the air whispers its concern

Its rubious tears
well warmly repenting.
And the Ruinous trudge on
Their sorrows ceaseless
Their bitterness unwavering
Ruthless, Relentless
Unseeing
That we are all lost in our own ways.

Bleeding dry

I do not know how blood
Can be so poisoned?
How it would rather bleed dry
Then flow together
How it would destroy itself
Then realize its worth
How it refuses to see
It cannot survive on its own
Nor has it ever done so.

How it wants to overpower all
Yet does not know how
And all its attempts lead to more misery

How it does not see the way it ruins itself
And everything with it?

A corroded cell
wreaking a path of rot and pain
Because it does not want to be apart of something bigger and better than itself.

I do not know how blood
can be so poisoned?

Wellunattentioned

We say so many things that we wish
No one will hold us to
To sound wise
To be helpful
To soothe pain that has its place
To soften blows that have been deserved
To pick up pieces that needed to be shattered
Hindering a stronger mosaic
Waiting to be created
And yet in our rush to comfort
We give the hand still bleeding
a knife to further sever
We give a heart  trying to hear
its own voice
a cheery ultimatum
We judge and conclude before we let the broken ever have the time to heal…