October 5th, 2017

ATHF - Supreme

Poem - Dear Jane or John

A Dear John Letter is defined (via Wikipedia) as “a letter written to a man by his wife or romantic partner to inform him their relationship is over because she has found another lover. The man is often a soldier stationed overseas, although the letter may be used in other ways, including being left for him to discover when he returns from work to an emptied house.”

Dear Jane or John

I’d write a letter to the world
‘dear Jane and John’, all of you
relating the age-old sad tale
I’ve found another, now you’re out

it is normal to wonder who
replaced all of humanity
I’ll save that knowledge till the end
then reveal the answer there

first apologies to the people
stripped from my life by the words
I know you didn’t see it coming
kept to myself until I wrote

the relationship has ended
as love once flourished has been dimmed
in its place is a longing
for another far from here

if it’s asked about the feeling
I would admit that numbness calls
begging for another lover
clad in black, guiding the boat

when the wine turns too sour
vinegar is all I taste
it’s no wonder pen has chosen
to scribe the words that separate

the fairest have lost their charm
arguments fall flat with their facts
left to rot in my vision
when the eye take’s the dark path

this is where the shadow rests
the one for which I’ll take my leave
a letter left on the doorstep
as I leave with me to find some peace

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171005.
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative
  • Tags
Shaman - Horse

Poem - Why Don’t We Talk

Poverty, job discrimination, violence, and poor physical / mental health are experienced at a greater rate by a minority than by the majority. This is not discussed. Why? The majority would link the causality to the definition of the minority instead of to the life experience of the minority while dealing with the majority.

Why Don’t We Talk

Why don’t we talk about the ills
that impact the despised group
not understood from the start
with struggles in the mire of life?
perhaps the blame would then turn
to the difference in the front
not the symptoms that spill forth
because of impact from the crowd.

Separation is the cause
damnation heaped on top of hate
intolerance is the result
no will to heal, inflicting wounds
in the shadows the impacted
attempt to fit when there’s no space
crowded out by prejudice
partiality lost to loathing’s gain.

Sickness spills from the fight
damning those in shadow’s taint
with the small anxiety
or a desire to finally leave
invisibility with assumption heaped
toxins kept in the dark
to say more would curse the one
when their state becomes the cause.

Back to ills that wrack the group
not inherent to the mark
of how they stand outside of main
not willing to state how they feel
minority label on the forehead
scarlet letter that does not prompt
the maladies that tumble forth
through mistreatment by the whole.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171005.