Jo Bien Poet Verse

Beggars Whispered Plea

I need to find the place
where understanding doesn't ache
where memories no longer burn
and my soul no longer quakes

no evidence that's left
from my beggars whispered pleas
I dreamed it way too late
no escape from the debris

I still can see his face
his words still burn in me
my heart won't cease from breaking
these barbed wire encased schemes

and I turned the other cheek
but it wasn't quick enough
you'd already turned your back
you'd already called my bluff

as I drink the acrid coffee
as the evening bleeds to light
another day dawns empty
from another sleepless night

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Robert A. Dufresne November 23, 2009 at 3:41 AM Awesome write JB. Will be reading it again. Especially like the last verse. Thanks.- Robert

Carolyn Devonshire November 22, 2009 at 7:51 PM If you do find a place "where memories no longer burn," I hope you'll send the address. I've been searching for it too, J B. This is an outstanding write -- gets right to the heart of coping with loss. Love, Carolyn