Immediate Auscultation
Voices clamor
fighting to be heard.
Words bleed to pages
seeking wings to take flight.
Why are you content to ignore the wolves that nip at your heels?
Why do you choose to turn away when all we hope is you'll listen?
The death of a poet is seldom mourned
Unless, UNLESS
they fought the battle, blazed a trail
and then...THEN
maybe news of their passing
will reach our desperate ears.
The words breathe you know,
and despite your insistence at ignorance
their breath is no different than water
Seeking pathways
crevices
and all those spaces you fight so fiercely to keep empty.
Why does the void, the nothingness
appeal to you so?
Do you fear old wounds reopened
do you fear new wounds discovered
or is it guilt that keeps you empty?
Forgiveness is found in the words.
Healing is found in the words.
Unity is found in the words.
but love, most of all LOVE
is found in the words.
We long to heal the wounds of the earth
that you have ignored, belittled, scoffed at.
We desire a safe world for our children, their children and theirs.
and YOURS.
If you do not love yourself enough to embrace the words,
we beg of you,
do not smother the poet in your daughter's heart,
the painter in your son's soul.
Exist in your vapor where is all is black and white,
but do not deny us the color that makes up life.
You can hear our words if you choose,
but dare not try to stop them.
Natasha Head
fighting to be heard.
Words bleed to pages
seeking wings to take flight.
Why are you content to ignore the wolves that nip at your heels?
Why do you choose to turn away when all we hope is you'll listen?
The death of a poet is seldom mourned
Unless, UNLESS
they fought the battle, blazed a trail
and then...THEN
maybe news of their passing
will reach our desperate ears.
The words breathe you know,
and despite your insistence at ignorance
their breath is no different than water
Seeking pathways
crevices
and all those spaces you fight so fiercely to keep empty.
Why does the void, the nothingness
appeal to you so?
Do you fear old wounds reopened
do you fear new wounds discovered
or is it guilt that keeps you empty?
Forgiveness is found in the words.
Healing is found in the words.
Unity is found in the words.
but love, most of all LOVE
is found in the words.
We long to heal the wounds of the earth
that you have ignored, belittled, scoffed at.
We desire a safe world for our children, their children and theirs.
and YOURS.
If you do not love yourself enough to embrace the words,
we beg of you,
do not smother the poet in your daughter's heart,
the painter in your son's soul.
Exist in your vapor where is all is black and white,
but do not deny us the color that makes up life.
You can hear our words if you choose,
but dare not try to stop them.
Natasha Head
Comments
the painter in your son's soul...sad///you know when i see poets or artists whose family never support their dream or art....it is up to the poet to stand long enough that one might hear...and then it is worth it, is it not?
Healing is found in the words.
Unity is found in the words."
Love these words Natasha!:)
their breath is no different than water" - I like the feeling behind this/of wishing so hard for understanding to be clear. The phrasing is pitched just right.
Been gone forever more
As the cat is a busy bee
But back to visit thee
Sucks when one is brought down
By all making them frown
As the dream almost dies
From all the lies
Wanting them to do crap
Falling in the rat race trap
But one must stand tall
And eventually get out of such a stall
Like a certain place
That I'm sitting at right now I'd like to leave without a trace..haha
'we beg of you,
do not smother the poet in your daughter's heart,
the painter in your son's soul.
Exist in your vapor where is all is black and white,
but do not deny us the color that makes up life.'
'we beg of you,
do not smother the poet in your daughter's heart,
the painter in your son's soul.
Exist in your vapor where is all is black and white,
but do not deny us the color that makes up life.'
Lovely write Tash.
word to the words!
we beg of you,
do not smother the poet in your daughter's heart,
the painter in your son's soul." - STELLAR!! so many great lines in here... and loved the part about seldom mourned poets' deaths... so true
"their breath is no different than water
Seeking pathways
crevices
and all those spaces you fight so fiercely to keep empty."
radiation rampage
and despite your insistence at ignorance
their breath is no different than water
Seeking pathways
crevices
and all those spaces you fight so fiercely to keep empty. :) great!
words are ugly.
Words can fool you,
for they are limited but many!
:)
Love the confidence this poem has Tashoo!
:)You gotaa gotta visit me soon!
:)
cheers!
and a fine example they are too...
your up beat energy -
positive power and drive
give me hope in human nature...
son and daughter - what an example YOU are!...
light
the
way
trail blazer!
:D
and despite your insistence at ignorance
their breath is no different than water"
Ahh Tash, this is excellent from start to finish. The words do breathe, and are as necessary as water to a writer-- a symbiotic relationship that continually feeds and reinforces their very existence. Creativity should never be stifled by those too ignorant to see it.
"their breath is no different than water
Seeking pathways
crevices
and all those spaces you fight so fiercely to keep empty"
And I love this:
"do not smother the poet in your daughter's heart,
the painter in your son's soul.
Exist in your vapor where is all is black and white"
Allow the artist to emerge is a powerful message for all parents! Great poem Natasha!
I just ran across this:
"A poet in history is 'Divine'. But a poet in the next room is a joke."
--Max Eastman
LOVE and PEACE, from Down South!
Love it!!!
and despite your insistence at ignorance
their breath is no different than water
Seeking pathways
crevices
and all those spaces you fight so fiercely to keep empty." ...was aware I was holding my breath as I read this passage, as I sighed in release on the word empty....beautiful poem Tash.
Love it -- reading again.
My fav part:
"The words breathe you know,
and despite your insistence at ignorance
their breath is no different than water
Seeking pathways
crevices
and all those spaces you fight so fiercely to keep empty."
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But, it is something I am coming to be proud of, it is my outlet, my creativity and a piece like yours just underlines that.
Thanks!