Heroes Poems: 413 / 500

! ! Whose Tears?

Rating: 3.0

I don’t cry. Not
floods of tears cry.
The eyes moisten, but,
It’s the rest of it…:
the chest heaves unsuppressibly, as if
it would leap out from the body's confines...
it’s all beyond control;
‘sob’ isn’t the right word
because it’s all silent.

It never used to be like this;
now – well, I’m too embarrassed
to tell you everything
that sets it off.. just think ‘sentimental’…
except that it’s quite without those personal thoughts
like, what a cute puppy,
I can feel for her,
how I’d be proud to be him right now…

athletes of any sport or any nation
ascending the podium while
their strange national anthem plays…
and it’s a sure bet;

anyone who fulfils themselves,
achieves something which
makes them clearly proud…

triumph over adversity, over handicap;
the Paralympics - have you noticed,
they're the most quietly satisfied of winners?

the shining eye of
someone who's given from the heart...
or someone who's received that gift...

sometimes the perfection of
a sung phrase, its subtle timing,
the emotion kernelled in a single note…

the first notes of those hymns they sing
when heroes finally are laid to rest…

or a convincing love story –
no, I won’t give you the names –

or a moment of some unexpected truth
which speaks of something far beyond…

even a silence, an unfocussed presence
that holds some revelation yet
unformulated; only recognised..

I have this strange, beloved stranger
in my shaking chest,

a law unto itself, which doesn’t
ask for my consent before
the convulsions start…

in a way, it’s quite reassuring:
something within me, announcing
its independent life;

something capable of being stirred;
and when it stops its heaving,
here’s the best part: then, it’s gone –
no thought to smear the mind,
no mood to coddle or indulge..
it came; it went; so pure, so clean;

best to give it no attention,
let it live its life without my interference;
it’s asking nothing of me but
to love its freedom; watch it be itself.


I take great value from this M. Thank you. t x

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Raynette Eitel 18 July 2008

Michael, this poem with its very personal images is a treasure. And this metamorphis you have undergone is very interesting. Thanks for sharing. Raynette

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Anita Atina 18 July 2008

Michael, this is such a heartfelt poem. I especially liked, 'even a silence, an unfocussed presence that holds some revelation yet unformulated; only recognised' I have been looking for these words, until you wrote them - and it was only when I read did I realise what the search was for. Thank you for writing this poem - you are well guided. Cheers Anita

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Xxx Xxx 18 July 2008

i like to read your bio

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Tai Chi Italy 18 July 2008

I like this Michael, you have a very revealing heart that beats to the sound of great sentiment, thanks for sharing it, smiling at you, Tai

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