Richard Lamoureux Poet Rhyme

Reach

Reach

You have no poetry in your heart
No appreciation for art
You were born looking backwards 
from the start
Even tiny whispers
tear you apart

You blow to and fro
with the slightest wind
you think of stuff but never begin
Is it my sin that makes your heart thin
it looks so substantial
yet it's made of tin

I press a little
you push back
hurting you not my intention
still you think you're under attack
I wish I could remove
that monkey from your back
But he's holding on to tightly
with his hands gripping your sack

Others have left you
lost and all alone
You insist on being on your own
I know, I know
some hurt goes deeper than bone
Tin sounds like thunder
when you bang it with  stone
You think it's better to scare them away
so how can you or them atone
You sad lonely little man
apologize, reach for the phone!

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Lisa Ricci June 12, 2017 at 3:39 PM Good Evening Richard. Reach indeed. I found this entry very expressive. You allow the reader to pause think and yes reflect on the past. Your words are a reminder for us all to forgive communicate move on and yes live. I have to say your entry read so well that the rhyme was never forced or never got in the way of delivering your thoughts. Well done in its entirety.

Keith O.J. Hunt April 23, 2017 at 11:35 AM A great and meaningful poem Richard; my best friend and I twice did not talk for years when we were younger ---- I twice picked up the phone ---- when we talked it was as if we never had a problem ---- wasted years of our friendship for nothing. Now we don't argue; when we feel it coming we change the subject. Now we're brothers for life:-)

Chris Hagy April 19, 2017 at 7:14 PM Excellent, well thought write Richard :) Emotional scars...so hard to let go, but eventually we have to reach for something else besides the pain.

Chuck Melugin April 14, 2017 at 2:06 PM Richard, This is a great write as usual. Regarding hurt, some folks like to stew in a big bucket of it. That approach, digs a deeper hole and makes reconciliation next to impossible. Upon receiving no results, shouldn't they ponder changing strategies? If the horse you're riding is dead, for goodness sake...Dismount!! My best to you, chuck

Mama Bear April 13, 2017 at 9:15 PM sometimes no matter how you reach out the other person will not respond because they would then have to feel something they can not give in to doing Fear of being equal and not superior to the other person stops that person from taking the had offered They miss the point and both are losers at the same time Very sad but a reality too often This one calls for a 7 in my book Love Mom

Afolabi Muideen April 13, 2017 at 12:26 PM If mind could be opened to see the thought of others who have positive thought to us, we will be opportune to know someone who stands by us and not takes such a person wrong. Thanks for sharing this gem.

Doug Vinson April 12, 2017 at 11:44 AM Whoa, Richard, well done! Scary in its accuracy - you are a wise observer of human tendencies and possibilities. Somebody says something, somebody else takes offense, retorts, anger flies back and forth like a ping-pong ball. My dad's neighbor has not talked to a sister for over 40 years, and they live less than 2 miles apart. Nobody will give in, nobody will give an inch. And nobody can stop death coming for both. Richard Lamoureux April 12, 2017 at 9:49 PM So true Doug, it is sad because in the end they usually have regrets. Often people don't even remember why they were even upset. Thanks for your thoughtful visit.

Eileen Manassian April 12, 2017 at 8:58 AM If the relationship is important...SOMEONE must reach for that phone. Great write, Richard. If it were me...I'd reach for the soupmail. :) Hugs, dear. I've missed you Richard Lamoureux April 12, 2017 at 9:51 PM I have been reading and commenting on your poems. I was wondering if you were away. It's good to have you visit. Hugs Rick.

Charlie Smith April 11, 2017 at 11:51 AM Sometimes the slightest thing can cause the greatest harm "Tin sounds..." great line, well done Richard... Richard Lamoureux April 12, 2017 at 8:29 AM Thanks Charlie.

Freddie Robinson Jr. April 11, 2017 at 8:00 AM Pure communicative genius this poem is, Richard. Exceptional levels of cognitive thought. And of course, as always, your perceptive humanity shines through with grace and honesty. Yet, let me be one to stand from the crowd and tell you my thoughts. I believe when you try to nudge someone to explore their dormant abilities, to uncover and nurture their hidden skill ... they resist. They've grown comfortable w/lazy anonymity. Your poem illumes this quite well. Great poem. Love always. Richard Lamoureux April 11, 2017 at 8:15 AM Yes I agree, usually fear, shame and hurt lies at the core. Sometimes the prayers and love of one person can cause these walls to crumble and reveal the magnificence beneath the surface. Freddie Robinson Jr. April 11, 2017 at 8:03 AM The line ... you think of stuff, but never begin illustrates my point in the prior comment. A potent poem w/much depth of thought. Much love to you.

Andrea Dietrich April 9, 2017 at 5:36 PM It feels like you are writing this to someone you know well and hoping he would apologize for things affecting you both.I think we have all known this person at least once in our lives. It's so sad they can be this way. A wonderful and sincere poem. Richard Lamoureux April 11, 2017 at 8:19 AM Thanks Andrea, sometimes other people sometimes ourselves. This was not about an individual person but rather a combination of experiences and dissapointments. I have also had many wonderful surprises. I do feel bad for people who hold onto hurt.

Arthur Vaso April 8, 2017 at 9:33 PM I came to read this again! I just have to say, one should always have an appreciation for Art!!!!! n'est pas? :) Well I keep telling people that anyways!!! Richard Lamoureux April 9, 2017 at 12:44 AM Thanks Arthur ;0)

Lynn Marie April 8, 2017 at 4:56 PM A wonderful heartfelt write Richard that conveys the importance of contact and how devastating silence can be. The 'Fear of..' is tough to overcome yet love, kindness and understanding can heal and restore magnificently. An insightful piece a great pleasure to read. lynn xx Richard Lamoureux April 9, 2017 at 8:43 AM Thanks Lynn Marie, a much appreciated visit and comment.

Anne-Lise Andresen April 8, 2017 at 12:57 PM - It hurts when friendship and love does not get through, even if we try the best we can - A deeply moving poem, Richard - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Richard Lamoureux April 9, 2017 at 9:07 AM Thanks Anne-Lise.

Darren White April 8, 2017 at 12:12 PM This touches me deeply..."Tin sounds like thunder // when you bang it with stone" That is such a beautiful line. Painfully true. Richard Lamoureux April 9, 2017 at 9:08 AM That's my favorite as well.

Arthur Vaso April 8, 2017 at 11:07 AM This sure reached my heartstrings, so wonderfully said! Richard Lamoureux April 9, 2017 at 9:10 AM Thanks for the double visit Arthur. Much appreciated.

Sheila Sacks April 8, 2017 at 9:54 AM I love your very expressive poem, Richard, but if this is about you, I'm dying to know if you did indeed reach for the phone...? Hugs, Sheila Richard Lamoureux April 9, 2017 at 9:09 AM No, not about me. You know us Canadians, we're apologizing all the time. *lol*. Thanks for the visit.

Constance La France April 8, 2017 at 9:21 AM Richard, wow this speaks to a thousand lost relationships and friendships where someone just will not pick up the phone and say that simple word sorry. I had such an experience recently, and in the end, my friend with far too much pride, said, SORRY, that was big and of course I accepted the apology.Because to me it takes courage to admit wrong. Richard Lamoureux April 8, 2017 at 9:42 AM Sometimes even when we are not at fault an apology can be restorative. Good for you that you are not one to hold grudges.