Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

No Face

I saw her.
Yes over there,
sitting in that chair.
Being seen but not heard.
Yes just sitting there with her legs crossed.

She couldn’t cry
She couldn’t speak
She had no face

It wasn’t that she had nothing to say,
there was lots going on in her head.
But we kept telling her,
“Children should be seen and not heard”.
After all big people have all the answers,
young people don’t really know what’s best.
They are too idealistic 
Too naive

We did our thing
Destroying the thing
The thing we were leaving for her
Maybe she actually had a face
Maybe she was screaming at us
But we couldn’t hear her
we had no ears
we couldn’t see her 
we had no eyes
We just had a mouth
We screamed a lot
We talked a lot
But we didn’t say a lot

She saw me.
Yes over there,
sitting in that wheel chair.
Being seen but not heard.
I couldn’t speak.
She couldn’t see me cry,
I didn’t have a face.

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Unseeking Seeker October 18, 2023 at 5:30 PM Apathy walks alone in the midst of many. A powerful write, Richard. Enjoyed. Richard Lamoureux October 18, 2023 at 6:37 PM Thanks old friend.

Alexis Y. October 2, 2023 at 6:48 AM WoW! Richard, I echo what Andrea said, this is well-written deep, and thought-provoking. Have a wonderful day;-)Alexis Richard Lamoureux October 18, 2023 at 6:38 PM Much appreciated. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Hilda Greenhough September 30, 2023 at 9:06 AM A very thought- provoking poem. It was an inspiration which I enjoyed. Richard Lamoureux September 30, 2023 at 9:12 AM Much appreciated.

Andrea Dietrich September 28, 2023 at 2:50 PM Wow. So deep. It cuts to the core. Richard Lamoureux September 28, 2023 at 3:18 PM Thanks Andrea. Hugs Rick.

Bill Baker September 28, 2023 at 2:35 PM Con't from below ... But with humans we cannot acknowledge the differences in people without dividing into favorable and unfavorable characteristics. It is sad hoe humanity has devolved into a form that is narcistic. Thanks for sharing your thoughts through your poetry, Richard. (I should have done the same instead of ranting here.) A poet friend in Texas, Bill p.s. I'll use Soup Mail next time. Richard Lamoureux September 28, 2023 at 3:21 PM Here is more than fine. I appreciate the dialogue. I’m left wondering if humanity is not pretty much the same as it has always been? I’ll have to give it more thought.

Bill Baker September 28, 2023 at 2:32 PM Very creative and fulfilling to read, Rick. The full circle of life ... youth to senior adult, to same problems appear and for the same reasons. The skills of meaningful communication are not taught in most homes, or at most school. Open dialog is not modeled for the young and then when older they don't have the skill set to communicate with their young. A vicious cycle. How ease it is to see differences is nature and applaud their beauty, even acknowledge it is the differences that counts.

James Peranteau September 28, 2023 at 12:58 AM my dear poet, i read sum comments vide infra....what you last replied to"Vaisa", and if we don't Richard, paypacks are a biatch...our children need to listen or down we'll go if, we not only don't speak up, we don't walk the talk....to me, this write iz the quintassental child placing parent i nursing home.....lol....yikes....much love, james Richard Lamoureux September 28, 2023 at 3:23 PM Despite current circumstances I remain hopeful. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Valsa George September 27, 2023 at 9:40 AM Sadly many become faceless when they grow old and helpless. They are silent not because they haven't anything to tell us but because we never care to listen to them. You have drawn a poignant picture of a lady sitting in a wheel chair unattended and unheard. Quite a deep poem, dear Tichard. Richard Lamoureux September 27, 2023 at 5:42 PM Thanks, this is also a commentary on the environment. We are failing to listen to our young people. Eventually we can be rendered voiceless if we fail to listen.

Paige Hind September 26, 2023 at 1:42 PM This is deep and very sad. A lot full of emotion... Richard Lamoureux September 26, 2023 at 1:59 PM Thanks for reading.

Arthur Vaso September 25, 2023 at 9:52 PM I love how you start and ended this, lovely poetry Richard. Richard Lamoureux September 26, 2023 at 6:00 AM Thanks brother.

Darlene De Beaulieu September 25, 2023 at 3:28 PM Hello Richard, Being seen and not heard is very sad. There are many people that are seen and not heard. Enjoy your evening my friend. /Darlene\ Darlene De Beaulieu September 26, 2023 at 10:16 AM Hello Richard, Your welcome. Enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene\ Richard Lamoureux September 26, 2023 at 6:01 AM You as well. Thanks for your visit.

Sotto Poet September 25, 2023 at 2:45 PM A wonderful poem, Richard, your verses are truly exquisite, filled with stunning visuals that dance in the play of light and darkness. The metaphors are like delicate flowers, carefully chosen adjectives and descriptive diction intricately woven into every line. It left me completely mesmerized, as I could feel the deep sadness facing faceless individuals, and the great messages that flowed through the verses in a harmonious rhythm. Richard Lamoureux September 26, 2023 at 6:03 AM I appreciate your poignant response. Thanks for your visit Sotto.blessings Richard.

Ink Empress September 25, 2023 at 12:14 PM So deeply moving especially those last lines are soul stirring! Loving the flow and how you’ve woven words and how this is so evocative. “Being seen but not heard” i think many been there: loved this Richard Lamoureux September 25, 2023 at 12:24 PM Thanks. As we age we tend to be occupying that same position. Not pleasant at either time.