Not even worthy of a title

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.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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13 Responses to Not even worthy of a title

  1. oneofaclass says:

    I’m nodding my head in agreement…

  2. 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:

    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.

  3. 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

  4. Mine just found a gas-can and a match…..

    Hope you’re well.

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