My poem called Transparency?
Transparency
By Semper Fi Reborn
I stand before many
Unseen.
Unheard.
Unloved.
Crying out for attention at my full capacity.
Still no one hears.
Still no one hears.
My voice becomes a whisper.
Who am I?
I am the one who never asks,
But am quick to give.
I am every missing child.
Every abused wife.
I am the voice of the forgotten,
The song of the looked over,
The symphony of sorrows.
Some may hear the echoes of my sobs,
Or watch today's set of tears dry, then reappear.
For the most part,
I am mentioned in hushed tones.
I am transparent.
Comments
Matthew 25:41 Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:
Matthew 25:42 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:
Matthew 25:43 I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
Matthew 25:44 Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?
Matthew 25:45 Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
Matthew 25:46 And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.
God Bless You dear brother...............................
In defense of all those who suffer but are never seen or heard - thank you for a good job of representation. You have also included the one who gives but is never asked. This person is not quite a sufferer - like the others - but stands among them - not seen - not acknowledged. Why is it - the truly meaningful is often the most transparent? ♥
I can so relate to your insightful and eloquent words, Semper. "Crying out for attention at my full capacity. Still no one hears" is the hallmark of very abused children as well as adults. And "watch today's set of tears dry, then reappear" captures the grim reality of those lives. You have an acute understanding of these truths. Your perspective is very much appreciated. Thank you.
Strong 2nd and 3rd stanzas. I would work on deleting some unneeded 'filler' words and trying to even out the line lengths to improve flow more. I do understand what you are saying in the last two stanzas but to me they were not as strong as they could be. Maybe you are trying to say to much here? Dear God, if fires are meant to cleanse to make me pure, to bring me home then take me home-- for my pain grows and I don't want to stray or be alone, again
This is a very powerful piece of writing, Semper. This one needs to be heard.
A star for a star. I'll bet the day you were born, your Mother looked at you with pride and never imagined the talent she had brought into this deary old world.
The poem itself it wonderful. As long as people like you exist and cry out against the injustices of this world, we have hope for the future.
My first marriage was in the Army and was very abusive...this one calls out my name...thank you...I am actually in tears...thank you...this one was for me personally. It has brought a certain peace to my heart.
Powerful poem. Universal, one that touches all mankind. Perhaps it will reach those who need to notice and give... and never forget there are those less fortunate.
It is good.
T.
you should postthese in your multiply blog semper ...they really are lovely...why not put them there too???? and maybe you could join a poetry group as well ????? its so nice to see your poems ...as always ...=)))))