A new poem by a "new" poet -- Elucidations

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time ]

Subject: A new poem by a "new" poet

Author:
Loraine

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 10/25/03 21:11

A Toothache Among the Agony
Written by Ben Maxwell

The day was like any other;
I had gotten my braces the day before.
Grumbling as I staggered out of bed so early,
I had to get to biology by eight.

I sat through the droning that went on and on;
The pain in my teeth blocked out his voice.
Barely able to keep my eyes open,
All I could think of was solid food.

Scanning the cafeteria after class,
I hunted for something my teeth could take.
I settled on a soft blueberry muffin,
Surely I could deal with this.

I sat on some steps outside in the morning air
And took a slow, careful bite I had broken off.
Pain surged through my gums as I bit down;
Why me, I thought, everything bad happens to me.

I walked to my next class, political science--
Doing a pretty good job, feeling sorry for myself;
Thinking only of my own little life,
Oblivious to the events of America's morning.

When I sat down and the teacher came in,
He had news that changed my life forever.
I refused to let myself believe it--I wouldn't!
He turned on the news...America was under attack.

I clenched my eyes shut tight.
If only I could shut it out for long enough...
It would all go away--it wouldn't be true;
But eventually, reality must be faced.

I thought of everything I thought that morning;
Grumbling about getting up early,
Moaning about braces hurting my teeth,
And I felt my body burn with shame.

I made a pact with myself that day;
That I would embrace these feelings.
The pain in my teeth was a gift,
Because I was alive to feel something.

I would not grumble as I get out of bed;
There were people that would never do this again.
I would get up every morning because I can;
What other reason is there to get up?

This was a day that I will never forget;
The day that the World Trade Center fell,
And I finally rose--to be who I became.
I will get up everyday...for the ones who no longer can.

�Oct 2003 Ben Maxwell

feel free to pass along with copyright notice :-)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[> Subject: Re: A new poem by a "new" poet
Author: Heather [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 12/31/04 18:47 How cute it was very sweet [ Post a Reply to This Message ]