The subject was pain
Not related to you
Only what me
And mine
Have been through
Empathy is
My needs met
With little
Or no
To do
From you
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Month: October 2016
A Day in Autumn
A poem that feels like fall to me.
A Day in Autumn-
After the summer’s yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.
As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness.
Direct on them two days of warmer light
to hale them golden toward their term, and harry
the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.
Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter;
who lives alone will live indefinitely so,
waking up to read a little, draft long letters,
and, along the city’s avenues,
fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I Come To Take Your Hate
This I write
To make true
Decency is not lost
Love is not diminished
Grace is not absent
I come to take your hate
I will turn the hot stone
Into a cool wind
Fire only consumes
Remakes the world
In its own image
Of ash and ember
This I do
So that you may know your own sound
Breathe
Hear your heart
The beating
Of the engine
Hear the blood
How it flows
With quiet force
The sound
Of your fingers
As you gently
Rub their tips
Together
This is the sound of time
Without the weight of years
This I give to you
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
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