As I Looked Down at Him
The lines of blood
Collected in the corner
Of his eye made
My urgency absurd
And I only wanted
To tender to his need
Without betraying
The pity
Which would be the sign
Of our weakness.
To tender to his need
Without betraying
The pity
Which would be the sign
Of our weakness.
I'm not sure what to make of these lines, Peter, or the poem for that matter, but I always like to read what you write.
Mary
It seems this whole poem is taken out of some unknown context, Peter, but it has the potential of being a very provocative piece.
Les
A lot of emotion and truth rings through these brief lines, Peter. I'm confused though by "our" in the last line. Is it referring solely to the speaker and subject, or is it a universal "our?"
Joe
Joseph,
When I wrote it I meant 'his and mine,' but poems mean what they mean beyond any author's intent, so...'universal' also works here.
Sorry folks that a greater context in this case would be a betrayal, so the reader has to provide that, except maybe some of you have seen a friend's bloodshot eyes accidentally, and know something he or she did not want to know or did not want public.
Thank you all for writing.
Peter
Thanks for responding Peter. Actually, I like the enigma as it adds a slightly different nuance to the poem when I interchange meanings.
Joe
bump
Remarkable and as you state Peter, universal. tom
Thanks, tom
btw,
Thanks for hanging in there after that barrage I laid on you. As a fellow bipolar, I have my own obsessions.
Cheers,
Peter
Hell Peter, I don't want to miss your posts. Barrage all you want
but I'll stick like glue to read the stuff you write. Now Mr. P
maybe not. lol. tom