THE DAY

MY SOUL CRIES

MY HEART TRIES TO RATIONALIZE,

WHY?

MY SOUL SEES A REALITY

THAT MY MIND DENIES

MY HEART SCREAMS EARTH SHATTERINGLY LOUD

MY EARS REFUSE TO HEAR

MY EYE SHEDS A TEAR

MY LUNGS STRIVE TO INHALE

HAVING FORGOTTEN TO EXHALE

WHILE THE WIND OF LIFE SMASHES MY FACE

TO THE BACK OF MY SKULL

MY MUSCLES CONTRACT

MY KNEES YIELD

AS THE FAITHFUL GROUND

CATCHES MY BODY

LIKE THE MOTHER SHE IS

DID I …?

BUT WHY …?

MY DOG DIED

By

Sammie L. Carter

2/23/2005

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~ by Sam373'sBlog on January 12, 2011.

3 Responses to “THE DAY”

  1. beautifully written. losing a pet is terrible.

    have a beautiful year and years ahead my dear friend.

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  2. great one, creative words

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  3. Hello, how are you?
    Simply want to check out on you and offer you our greatest appreciation for your support to potluck poetry. You rock!

    Reminder: week 18 Theme: Languages, Signs and Symbols

    The more you share, the happier we are. Plan ahead and have your entry poem. We are open Sunday 8pm, American Central time, linking in early would benefit your work with more encouragements.

    Hope to see you on Sunday at: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    Let me know via email if you have questions or doubts.

    Again, we treasure your participation and would be great to see you again on week 18.

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