Catherine J. Broussard Poet Ballad

Since Birth

Eyes open mine since birth.
An old soul, seeing the world twice.
My mother's smile her mother's smile;
never changes, sadness overwhelms her face, still.
The sun comes, more days than before, but all too familiar.
Different time, but not different faces.
Words are spoken; when mouths were closed;
Same words; same people.
Some may listen, but do they hear?
Many voices, many words to remember.
I been here before, the same, but a faint difference.
You listen when I speak, I listen when you speak.
Ears are opening, faintly hearing.
Slowly are opening  mine eyes since birth.

Catherine Johnson Broussard, Poet

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I Am Anaya March 5, 2022 at 12:59 PM Hearing is clear, seeing all its worth, this is just one of your deep verses that I enjoyed, Catherine. A beautiful Ballad

Franci Hoffman February 24, 2022 at 8:01 AM Oh, my! This piece just oozes with depth and ponderance. Beautifully penned, Catherine.

James Inman February 23, 2022 at 10:13 AM I believe that most people try to listen, but, as in poetry, we all find our own meaning which, more often than not, is not what was intended. Nice write.

Line Gauthier January 25, 2021 at 4:34 PM Lovely poem. Glad to see it published in the 2020 PS Anthology, Catherine ~ Catherine J. Broussard May 6, 2021 at 7:57 AM Thank you!!!!!

poemtheart poemtheart December 31, 2019 at 5:52 AM Very snazzy style! This poem, regardless of it’s powerful content, is a delight to read..! :)

Freddie Robinson Jr. December 10, 2019 at 9:28 AM So much beauty in the elemental truths ink revealed by your deep thoughtful musing, Catherine. A jacinth debut of amethyst radiance. An instant fave for sure. And a belated welcome to PSoup. Love and more love always. Catherine J. Broussard December 11, 2019 at 7:28 PM Thank you!

J Hamilton Gist April 4, 2018 at 3:20 PM Very touching piece, here.

Debbie Duncan March 10, 2018 at 2:33 AM Nicely worded :)

Itumeleng Nyakatya March 3, 2018 at 3:59 AM Ooh my daily read. Can't get enough of this poem. Profound. Catherine J. Broussard December 5, 2019 at 2:58 PM Thank you!

Chris Hagy February 28, 2018 at 4:02 PM I like your style Cath!... love the last line :) Catherine J. Broussard December 5, 2019 at 2:59 PM Thank you!

Nicholas Windle February 26, 2018 at 8:28 AM your words gives food for thought, and anything else would take away.from the very point to your poem other than to say its a great write many thanks for sharing. keep writing Catherine J. Broussard December 11, 2019 at 7:27 PM Thank you

Eve Roper February 25, 2018 at 5:00 PM Nicely done, Catherine, they come and go, but even if they don't listen in my opinion they do hear and a small seed is left to change their life.they might not know it or see it..enjoyed reading

Lunita Blanca February 25, 2018 at 3:56 PM My friend, civilization is just a slow process of learning to be kind.

Michael Vacek September 19, 2017 at 8:53 PM I like it. They offer public speaking courses at every level. I have yet to see a public listening course. While humans can speak relatively easily, we struggle with listening almost as if we are limited in our ability to listen and retain. Catherine J. Broussard September 18, 2020 at 10:53 AM Total agreement!

Funom Makama July 29, 2017 at 10:55 AM What a great poem. Welcome to poetry soup Catherine J. Broussard September 21, 2017 at 2:50 PM thank you, lets keep in touch