Janey

Flying over your house again
at the end of another long year.

There are loud explosions in the night.
We feel the concussions from a distance

And across time. So many crimes
of the heart. So many tales

Of two cities. This is a kind of history
too, of all the races we entered

And all the times we scratched.
Not a wish to live again, better.

They always figure out what happened.
And innocents, next door, die in their sleep.

 

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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23 Responses to Janey

  1. I like this a lot, especially the transition between the third and fourth stanzas. Nicely done!

  2. Oh I read Syria in this text.. the darkness in your words so deep… and especially towards the end,,, which hits me in the gut.

  3. claudia says:

    cool how you weave the tale of two cities in and how you mix the surreal a bit in here as well

  4. A poem so current disguised in timelessness– wonderful! ~Jason

  5. Mary says:

    So many tales of two cities — a depthful poem which seems to be written making use of today’s news!

  6. brian miller says:

    the best of times, the worst of times…ha….nice way of using that title…stunning close on this as well…

  7. Marya says:

    “Not a wish to love again, better.” Ray, this is beautiful.

  8. Linda says:

    “This is a kind of history
    too, of all the races we entered

    And all the times we scratched.
    Not a wish to live again, better.”

    Love this.

  9. There is not always clear rhyme in reason..but it rings true to be there If one looks deep enough…I think…

  10. The explosions, the concussions and specially the ending lines are just so sad ~ Good one Ray !

  11. annotating60 says:

    This was a small diamond, faceted with a bright intelligent and artistic ending.>KB

  12. remind me of the millions of innocent lives we lose daily to senseless killing and ignorance… powerful

  13. Beth Winter says:

    You packed so much vivid reality into a brief poem. I felt anxiety and sorrow at the ending. Well written.

  14. Pamela says:

    Ray, this is an immediate poem, it hits you in the gut. Well done on the brevity.

    Pamela

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