21 August 2013

Another Story



Ooo
you moaned
and ~ startled ~
they came running.

They had longed to hear
you speak, eager to please
or at least not scare you who
harbored your sadness alone and
holy at the border of social grace.

Some had romanticized you as hermit
intellectually superior
and spiritually engaged beyond
their normal powers of observation

Some had imagined reaching through your ice
Touching your unmoving lips with their own
Heating your detachment into desire

Your syllable broke the holding pattern
so they can ask and you can say that
you do not want to seem needy
you loved watching them live
you wove rescue stories
of friends climbing
over walls
to free
you.





Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry - #164.


Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast
Accepted by First Day Press Fall 2013!



21 comments:

Kay L. Davies said...

This is beautiful, Susan, and fascinating—it raises all sorts of questions: who, what, where, when, why? But it is perfect, even without answers.
K

Mary said...

This is such a depthful poem of humanness, Susan, and sometimes it isn't easy being human. I really like the shape of the poem and the way you wove your ideas into the shape.

Brian Miller said...

this is def fascinating susan...makes me wonder at the story....i am envisioning either and elderly who has lost the ability to speak or someone that has finally awaking one syllable....seeing their heart in this, enjoying their lives...weaving the rescue stories.....really an intriguing story....

Kim Nelson said...

Susan~
Fascinating. The detached observer. The impressions others have of her/him. Adoration without full understanding. Assumptions of intellect and spirituality. SO many facets to this piece. So much emotion, and in less conventional ways, desire. And the last lines of rescue are a delightful way to end.

Gemma Wiseman said...

I imagined an older person who has reached a point in life when he/she may appear to be physically needy. But mentally, this person has a wealth of grand memories of an active life. A beautifully paced, thoughtful poem.

Brian Miller said...

hiya...happy sunday susan...

Mary said...

Continued appreciation of your poem today, Susan! I really think it would be nice to envision that one would have friends who would climb over walls to free a person. Those would be special friends.....really!

Sumana Roy said...

a poignant picture of a detached person crossing the bar......

Vandana Sharma said...

beautiful poem and I like its structure also

Susan said...

Thank you, Kay.

Susan said...

Thank you, Mary.

Susan said...

you are always welcome here, Brian. I really liked the ways you saw to interpret the poem.

Susan said...

AH, Kim! Thanks for the prompt, "Cry out."

Susan said...

That is definitely here, thank you for noting it!

Susan said...

Keeping the dream alive ...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a string write, makes me wonder at the back story.....I especially love the idea of the friends climbing over the wall to save the person.

Abin Chakraborty said...

thats a gripping tale.I know the type you refer to.fascinatingly put.

Justin Huskey said...

I love the questions this piece has raised within me. I would rather not spoil the mystery and leave myself pondering for days as to what this little poem refers. Very well done, and thank you for a much needed riddle:)

Susan said...

Thanks, Sumana!

Susan said...

I shall keep the back story a secret, as I believe we can each supply our own!

Susan said...

I think we each have a story we can fill in these blanks with. Thank you for visiting, Justin!