The Emotional Flinch
Surging like electricity to the esoteric abyss of my soul,
felt in all body parts, the flinching brought to the shoal.
Even the slightest stub of a toe, a beloved child in distress,
causes bile to roil and roll, the bowels of my heart in duress.
Likewise the agony of a pet - the suffering shrill, painful howl.
As a child I buried a silver dollar, his float to water’s top foul.
The automatic flinch - squeeze of fists, jaw, stomach, lady parts.
My brain disoriented, imaginative, culling others pain is a fine art.
The news of a small child hit by a homerun play, and the grab
Of the disintegrating player, dissolving into tears - a poignant stab.
Why do I linger so long, explaining at length my wearisome woe.
So you’ll grasp my afferent saturation and how my compassion grows.
5/30/2019
What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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