To the face I did not know
The one whose name is clandestine
Spoken whispers, just below hearing
Your breath did not share my space
I never knew your laughter
Nor could I recognize your voice
Your eyes and mine have never met
But I grieve the loss of you.
The you were human, like me.
The you who had happiness and sorrow
The you who was quiet or loud
The you who was every bit as breathing as I am
The you who was every bit as worthy of love
The you who was every bit as alive
You were invaluable to the fabric of the Universe
I stand as witness that you existed
I attest to your right to dignity as a human being
May love now surround you with grace and mercy.
Tag Archives: neglect
Discarded Poem
Every word was engrossingly sincere,
examined almost to the point of microscopic ingenuity
Thesaurus opened, riffled, reflected upon
A collagulation of themed ideas
distilled into a rhythmic chorus
whose intention was to spark
depths of emotion, connection, and understanding.
It was a labor of ultimate love, tenderness,
A hybrid beauty without flaws.
“It’s good. I like it.” He said flatly;
returning to the video game without pause.
Pass it onward!
Fifteen minutes of Flame
HONK! The beeping squall announces sacrament.
Ruffle of coat as the door becomes locked against the world
With a practiced swirl the coat is laid down over his bag
Puppy howls and purring clucks sing greeting.
Fluffed heads and ruffled butts, affection gifted.
Maybe fifteen minutes then the worship service is over,
He vanishes like an unanswered prayer.
I am blinded by my faith, accept it as my truth
even as I’m told I’m a sinner:
“You do this.”
“This is your fault.”
“You don’t have courtesy.”
“(s i l e n c e f o r w e e k s)”
“FUCK YOU!“
As I kneel at my altar after giving all I’m able,
it isn’t enough because I’m not whole-y holy.
I am “The Chosen One.” I am “loved dearly, but,”
This church is beginning to feeling like a silent prison.
I meditate in deep communion to ponder pontificated parole.
Mare Martell 