How does this poem
differ from thoughts and prayers
sent to people full of thoughts and prayers
so full when their mouths open
words pour out
floral and lacy as funeral cards
but minus the cash.
How does this poem
stop deaths, stop people too selfish
in their own pain from simply ending one life
and instead take 10,
20, and yesterday 17?
This poem stops nothing.
This poem changes nothing.
This poem does not celebrate life
or sanctify death.
This poem just shakes its head
as it walks out the door.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
I’m nodding my head in agreement…
Thank you!
My poems are mostly running for cover it seems….but still not able to hide.
Heartfelt and true, Susan.
I have been struggling with the what-good-is-it-all-anyway feelings lately. The why-do-I-bother-pursuing-this feeling, the is-this-really-making-a-difference-feeling.
I think you would appreciate this gent’s work, especially these:
https://wordandsilence.com/2018/02/14/there-is-only-the-trying-some-thoughts-on-fame-failure/
https://wordandsilence.com/2018/02/09/the-poet-speaks-8-smith-morrison-eliot-crane-i-shall-make-every-sacrifice-toward-that-end/
Especially the bit in that last one from Crane.
Have been re-reading Suzuki’s “Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind” and I have been trying to take more of Zen approach.
This is what I do. This is my practice. This me working on me.
It is the only way I can read the news and not get pulled under by the unending undertow of backward-pounding pressure.
So Good to see your words.
You so got this. I will check out that guy on your recommendation. Thanking you for your words. They help. Hope mine helped you a little too.
Hopefully mine will help you sleep.
Jeez, girl! Isn’t it like 3am where you are?
This may help:
“Go away from the blue light!”
😉
Aw, appreciate the concern, but I was actually working obscenely late because, well, you know…the FLU. I have loads of work right now. Lots of sick people visiting the clinics I work for!
“Turn off the infernal devices!”
….says the man through his infernal device….
LOL!
I follow the discussions,
the dialogue of the deaf
the steady dulling drops
of unsteady heavy rains of pain
and I ask why
but hear the world sigh
as metal mows down
flowers full of life
Yes, that’s it exactly. Heartbreak joined to weariness.
Resonant.
Mine just found a gas-can and a match…..
https://aprayerlikegravity.wordpress.com/2018/04/16/its-like/
Hope you’re well.