Eileen Manassian Poet Lyric

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And Then There Was None- Anacreontic Verse 2

she could count them all
on her one hand
every reason
that she could think of
one, two, three, four, five
reasons to try
to stay alive
all on one hand
but day after day
she'd fold a finger
and then say:
"One more is gone...
Can I go on
in this way?
Maybe one more day."

then there were two
she tried to be brave
maybe she could save
one life for two

then down to one
unraveling fast
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and then one day
there was none

one slash then two
and she saw red
tilting back her head
she sang the songs
Ophelia led
as she bled
waiting to be dead

January 2, 2015
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs

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Nette Onclaud January 20, 2016 at 12:08 PM bittersweet, dear eileen... sending my big cheers on your win!..huggs

Dr. Upma A. Sharma January 20, 2016 at 5:12 AM Sadly beautiful my dear Eileen.. congrats on big win!

Jan Allison January 19, 2016 at 5:41 PM Dropping back with my congrats Eileen:-) hope you are feeling better now:-)hugs Jan xx

Paul Callus January 19, 2016 at 9:51 AM It's a pleasure to be back reading this sad yet beautiful poem, Eileen. In my eyes, a very worthy winner! Hugs // paul

Richard Lamoureux January 19, 2016 at 9:18 AM For me the depth of this piece is extraordinary, I'm glad it's on the list so that more people will read it

Edward Ebbs January 18, 2016 at 11:04 PM Congrats Eileen, thank you for entering :)

CayCay Godwin January 4, 2016 at 1:57 PM Oh, gosh that is dark and sad, but I can relate and so will many others. You said it, a component of it, very well with words perfectly suited to that frame of mind ... oh, oh ... CayCay Eileen Manassian January 4, 2016 at 2:15 PM Thanks, dear....That frame of mind comes to me now and again...It's not easy to cope, but....hope comes in the morning....Happy Pill Time! ;) Hugs

CayCay Godwin January 4, 2016 at 1:55 PM Further down your list I suggest one write would be perfect for this contest, now I see you don't need an entry. Someday I'll conquer the think before 'speaking' philosophy that would well suit me! CayCay (now I'll read the poem) Eileen Manassian January 4, 2016 at 2:14 PM I cannot conquer it...You are in good company. :) Thanks for your lovely visit, my dear....Bless you.

Paul Callus January 3, 2016 at 11:48 AM Suicide is a release from pain and helplessness, when no way out is visible. A hard step to take, unfortunately taken after cries for help have been exhausted. Poetically you have tackled the subject with able pen, especially the reference to Ophelia. ~ Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian January 4, 2016 at 2:13 PM Sometimes....it absolutely shocks me how cries for help go unnoticed, Paul. At times people think it's all just drama...a gimmick. :( Then....the time comes when it's too late. Thanks for your visit to my sad write. Blessings.

Richard Lamoureux January 3, 2016 at 7:27 AM This is a sad beautifully expressed piece. Disturbingly artistic. The reality of suicide is not nearly as poetic, as it destroys the people left behind. For me I fear the romanticism of suicide. For some it might make it seem more appealing, especially if they are currently in a dark place and they feel Suicide is their best way to escape the pain. Eileen Manassian January 3, 2016 at 7:36 AM You are so right, Richard. Sometimes it is only faith...or family...or fear....that keeps one from taking this option. Thank you for understanding. You are such wise with spiritual wisdom, Rick. I'm glad to have you in my life.

Andrea Dietrich January 2, 2016 at 7:22 PM wow, I LOVE this. The whole "idea" of how you set it up. One of the best I have seen tonight, Eileen. Toward the end when you say, Ophelia lead as she bled" if you are rhyming lead with bled, I think it's Led. Eileen Manassian January 3, 2016 at 7:36 AM Your praise means a great deal to me, Andrea. Thanks for saving my neck with that correction. I really appreciate it. I'm post on your poem since you don't read these. ;)

Jan Allison January 2, 2016 at 10:59 AM Oh gosh we are both on a deep dark sad theme Eileen - good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx Eileen Manassian January 2, 2016 at 11:51 AM Thanks, sweetie. Been cooped up in my room all day. Stick as a dog. I'll be better. Thanks for reading Songs of Of Ophelia...I take the days as they come. Hugs.....friends like you are a blessing. Jan Allison January 2, 2016 at 11:41 AM Oh Eileen hope things improve for you and your life brightens and you feel better soon - the dull winter days don't help!:-( hugs Jan xx Eileen Manassian January 2, 2016 at 11:07 AM http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/songs_of_ophelia_496593 Eileen Manassian January 2, 2016 at 11:06 AM Deep dark and sad is right up my lane, Jan. I have another write called Songs of Ophelia....Posted it some time back. This is how I feel at present. I'm sick....physically and emotionally...so, it seemed about right for this theme. Thanks for the visit, Hon....