James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

Slow Motion Freeze

Why must I listen to grinding metal sounds
shouting insults at my ancestors?

Where have the sweet pink peonies gone,
that came up every year around Grandmother's house?

I know the yellow roses you were so thrilled to give
me have changed-

Every time I pick up the telephone, all I hear
are freight trains, rushing through thunderstorms,
hoping to catch a break in the clouds.

Feelings, hurt so easily, or too many times,
don't bother me so much in the winter,

                                                   In the bitter
                                                                      cold


                                                    In, the bitter cold...

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Sue Mason July 2, 2009 at 8:36 PM Have to read this a few more times ... love the ending stanza but not sure I understand the first one ... smile ...

Trudy Diane Rider July 1, 2009 at 4:24 PM I read this as thunder rumbles outside my window and I shudder with the combination of your words with natures sound effects. Wonderful poem, and thank you for your comments on my new poem Mother Earth also. ~Trudy~

Heidie Buys July 1, 2009 at 3:45 PM A very complex poem that satisfies on so many levels. Very well written. Regards Heidie

Carol Sunshine Brown July 1, 2009 at 5:27 AM But the world is a changing they say and we should just go with the flow. The beauty we once had all around us is gone forever and replaced with greed.The world is a changing now go with the flow. Awesome writing James. Love, Carol

Sajdah Al-Riyami July 1, 2009 at 12:15 AM "all I hear are freight trains, rushing through thunderstorms, hoping to catch a break in the clouds. "This image is Vaair Vivid Jims =)And the closin wd repetition is Incredible<33

Laurie Ginn June 30, 2009 at 10:40 PM I hate changes, sometimes I cling to the past to memories that never seem to fade to find my peace, I hope you find rest if this is a poem about you my friend

Charmaine Chircop June 30, 2009 at 9:42 PM ow jim my heart runs out for you,cos i will not accept shouting and insults at my good best friends--and i love the sweet ponies and ow my yellow roses------pure and young and sweet--------feelings hurt so easily jim that is nice in a way,it means we still have a heart amde of flesh and not of stone,and after each winter beautiful summers in "minesota"----charam;)