Short Unaddressed Poems
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I am of my own address
my unaddressed life speaks to me
Whatever the environment in which I am grown up
everything I describe in myself without any plea
Mother thought me gone.
She wrote cryptic notes
left them in the mailbox unaddressed.
Occasionally she thought me dead
or travelling in a dangerous land
being held hostage by hostile tribesmen.
Eventually she gave up
yet I was always near
laying on my bed next to her room.
She never did discover my vicinity,
my close proximity.
When she died
- I travelled.
How can a wound ever heal
When it remains exposed?
Unwashed
Unbandaged
Open to the elements.
How can a heart ever heal
When the memory is raw?
Unaddressed
Unredressed
Open to hurtful recriminations.
How can I ever be whole
When you invade my thoughts?
Your voice
Your eyes
Open the wounds wider.
Why won’t understand
That your love could…
Bathe me
Cleanse me
Anoint me
Bind me
Save me
My love, my life,
I desire
I crave
I want
I NEED
Your healing touch.
How can a wound ever heal
When it remains exposed?
Unwashed
Unbandaged
Open to the elements.
How can a heart ever heal
When the memory is raw?
Unaddressed
Unredressed
Open to hurtful recriminations.
How can I ever be whole
When you invade my life?
Your voice
Your eyes
Open the wounds wider.
Why can’t you see
The simple truth?
Your love can…
Bathe me
Cleanse me
Anoint me
Bind me
Save me
My love, my life,
I desire
I crave
I want
I NEED
Your healing!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
To the forgotten and unknowns
It's for you I write this poem
In two hundred years this will be me and you
They'll be no one left who we ever knew
To all the ones who lived long ago
It's to you, for our lives, we owe
You paved the the path we walk on now
You survived harder times somehow
All the changes and knowledge you left
I didn't think should go unaddressed
So wherever you are and whatever you do,
On behalf of this century we thank you
September 3, 2016
Listen to poem:
and I close my eyes
to consider how perfect
this little universe
that we’ve created
this tiny bubble
that holds just you and i
its perfect balance
of comfort and mystery
knowns and unknowns
words said and unsaid
longings unaddressed
that hang in the lurch
that tint every conversation
that grow in their silence
pulsating unexpressed
think how tragic it might be
to lose some day
this perfect little universe
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on June 6, 2022