Sharing the Light

SCRIBE (101-150posts) Posts : 121 Join date : 2011-12-13

Sharing the Light
By Scott Newport

Spring seems so far away
For many, after
This past week when
Young lives were lost
To the daffodils’

“One flower, one stem,
One flower, one stem,”
Repeated
The marching grey clouds
Of December

The swirling, flowing flowers
Overcrowding a familiar hill
Out east and seemingly
On the other side of life-
A slope no one wants to touch
But we’ll eventually breathe someday

The others peek
Over the neatly cut hedges
From their warm encrusted souls
Heated by the sun-
Warming their soil

And by the way,
As if they didn’t know
It’s the same light
Shared
With those yellowing daffodils

Subject: Re: Sharing the Light Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:55 am

So obsessed with our own reflection's walking around with blinders on while the innocent suffer unnoticed.
Excellent Scott, i got it this time...thank you for helping to open up our eyes.

Subject: Re: Sharing the Light Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:42 pm

You're work is always so deep, thought provoking, well written, creative, intelligent...I love it!

SCRIBE (101-150posts) Posts : 121 Join date : 2011-12-13

Thanks Lora, I wonder now, today, how many have already forgotten about those children. Kinda funny how that works, eh? Most of the poems I write are about things that are hard for me to talk about. If it’s an easy topic I’ll write a story in essay form.

Gota love the gift of writing, sure beats the cost of meds or a long expensive talk.

Your buddy
Scott
Here is another one of my poems about something I didn’t’ want to talk about out loud.

Pressure
By Scott Newport

The kind that comes
From a chair leg pressing
Amidst a kitchen atmosphere
Or thin leather shoes
With socks bunched up

Even weighted to the
Bottom of a lake
Thick with mud
Stuck with
Vacuum pressure

Or the fact your
Expected to sink
Into a society
Molding you into
Something only
Pressure can shape

“Is that really
How diamonds
Are formed?”

Subject: Re: Sharing the Light Fri Jan 11, 2013 10:44 am

Many people may have let what happen to those children slip from their minds as they continue with their daily lives, but the Lord hasn't. I'm certain he's got them wrapped up in his arms and playing like they never have before.

And, I know what you mean about how therapeutic writing can be. I think that's what made me fall in love with it in the first place. It brought about much healing once I got it out on paper and let others read it. Then I realized that there is something even more fulfilling about writing than I had initially realized: Once we express what we are feeling and how we coped with it through writing and then let others read it, it can help bring healing to others and we realize we're not so alone in our pain.