prompt for today…
Describe a moment when the dull drone of a conversation is completely consumed by the utter boring chatter about something you not only don’t care about AT All, and you really aren’t even sure what they are talking about about, and you think perhaps you might just scream.
As prompts go for me, I’m not even sure that I write about the prompt, only that I’m moved by some piece of it that rises up and needs me to write it. This is what came up for me. And BTW, this Is fiction. Incase you were wondering.
Dig in to the compassion bag
Pull up the open heart
Flip on a smile like a Light
in this dark cave of endless
self pity that might glimmer
a little joy in the drone of his
20 years of unrequited grieving.
Look at the faded smile of her
gaunt face surrounded by
three sad little children in a cluster
huddled around her. A wallet album
of two decades ago showing the faded
journey of her slow relentless dying
Every picture turns a crush of the heart
It’s not like I don’t care in that way
that humans care when suffering
of the heart shrouds another human
in the presence of a moments despair.
And the on and on of grief tugs hard
at the heart in hopes of a sweet fix
for a fellow traveler.
There is no pretend that there is want
for an end to this story, these pictures,
this old ramble that finds no silence
except mine in the sitting here listening
over coffee hoping this unbearable moment
will end soon before the rude in me rises
in a quiet inner scream with interruption
and Mr. Sad and Pathetic
again, gets no second date