a deaf mum had a runaway son amid the airport throngs


A Silent Chastisement

He ran out out of her sight
As young boys do and
She could not call him back-
I know she could hear her fear.
It's easy to imagine the words
Her fingers articulated
So violently
When he was returned to her.

I have given up the silent chastisements
All the reasons for thinking I should not...
Like her I deal with what I have
Am deaf to the wanton desires...
My fingers no longer prevaricate
And I no longer hate
All I can call back and hear.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-07-14 at 02:05

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Sid Gardner
Airports are scary places.They form a backdrop for greetings, saying goodby's and blind panic. No matter how cold and empty those goodby's can be within that cathedral of steel and concrete.
Sid x
2009-07-18


NicholasG
To hate takes so much energy. A falsetto scream is immediate gratification. I'm happy I no longer deal with airports. They have become rather frightening places. Maybe tramp steamers are the best way to go ;-)
Nick
2009-07-14