Shadow_whispers

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Nameless Blue Eyes

Small little limbs on a tiny little body,

still no control over pooping and potty.

Eyes barely open and color shines through,

peeking through those eyes is a beautiful blue.

Sleepily they blink before closing again,

giving only a glimpse of the ice blue twins.

A name, a name, what will it be?

Must match the character perfectly.

Think a little longer to pick the perfect one,

once it it chosen it cannot be undone.

Accidents happen, as we so often see,

sharp little reminders of mortality.

Cruel twists of fate to make your heart bleed.

An open wound with a yenning need.

Coughing and puking, throwing up blood,

continuous rivers, an ostensible flood.

Convulsing, convulsing, the poor body moves,

twitches and spasms, mind broken and bruised

Nameless Blue Eyes reflect agony and pain,

though only body feels, no life in the brain.

Mewing little plea's, the body's at it's limit,

still fighting for life, unwilling to submit.

Too heartbreaking to watch, so much damage within,

more heartbreaking to bestow a merciful end.

A painful decision, a young life to sever,

Nameless Blue Eyes slowly close forever.

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IKnowNoBox

18 years 6 months ago

I am Thinking .....

Wonderful new verse for a wonderful new life,in some cultures they don't name a child until they are nearly 2 years old.Welcome to Neopoet.Shadow Whisper. I will be tuned to you. In ink, I Know No Box

Shadow_whispers

18 years 6 months ago

Your review.

Really? I didn't know that. That's actually very interesting. But, I wonder... Wouldn't that make it quite hard to deal with the child? By two years old they should be talking. Does that mean they are aware that they have no name yet? I'm sorry, my mind just runs over with questions when presented with something new like that. But thank you very much for your review. Shadow

IKnowNoBox

18 years 6 months ago

actually the children at that age are never away...

(earth quake one moment)...from an adult and they are called by a common address(young one) and talked to as if they are very aware of the world(they are)I still hum Otis Redding.They are only weened when they push away.look in a book store for a book called Tribal Child Some call the child by a nick name or medicine name.Then give them the Given name later.A word for young person is used I think in the pacific islands,I will have to look it up again. in ink, David

tbeaudet

18 years 6 months ago

I don't know.......

This one started so sweet and full of life, but took a macabre turn that I wasn't expecting. Please explain what it was you were writing about here...a new baby that had a tragic accident? a new baby that was born terminally ill? It may be me, but I don't get it. Don't take this wrong Whispers, you know I'm a fan of yours......I'm just a bit confused with this one.

Shadow_whispers

18 years 6 months ago

It's ok, It's ok.

I wanted to write it so you would only know that it was a young life being lost. I wanted people to be able to link it to many different things if they could. I wrote it about a puppy. My dog had puppies alittle over a month ago. They were only two weeks old and my niece fell on the first born. Their eyes were barely open. He threw up milk and blood clots, he was bleeding from his nose and he wouldn't eat. I stayed up all night, thinking I could make him better. Or hoping he was just alittle sick. I didn't know. He did make it through the night and he wasn't throwing up or bleeding anymore but the next day he started having really awful seizures. They started lasting longer and longer, until they would last for 10-15 minutes. They said he probably had brain damage and he probably wasn't even there anymore. He was brain dead already. When he wasn't having seizures he would just lay there with his eyes open and it seemed like he was looking at me... It made me feel bad... I didn't really want to but my mom had someone come over and take him away. Those were two of the worse days of my life. Writing this poem really helped me stop crying and move on. I know that's long but I hope it helps you understand it. If not... I'm sorry.

tbeaudet

18 years 6 months ago

I feel better now....

Knowing the details really helps me with this one.....I honestly thought this was about an infant, and it was upsetting to me. Thanks for the explanation.

Shadow_whispers

18 years 6 months ago

Upsetting you?

Is it not upsetting for a puppy too? I think it's awful either way. But I guess alot of people would feel it more strongly if it were about a baby. That's one of the reasons I left the species and gender out.

tbeaudet

18 years 6 months ago

I love puppies too

in fact, I have 2 Golden Retrievers, but 1 puppy out of a litter not surviving is not as tragic as an infant dying.

Shadow_whispers

18 years 6 months ago

I can understand that.

But still, my puppy was my puppy and his death wasn't as tragic to me as his suffering. And to me, having to watch it will always be just as tragic as an infant. I know that sounds awful... But selfishness usually is.

dbrock

18 years 6 months ago

Well, I’m a “softie”

Well, I'm a "softie" and it made me well up with tears! Enjoyed the read, dbrock/donna

dbrock

18 years 6 months ago

Well, I’m a “softie”

Well, I'm a "softie" and it made me well with tears. Enjoyed the read! dbrock/donna

Shadow_whispers

18 years 6 months ago

Thanks.

Thanks so much for your review. I'm glad you got something from it ^_^

Secrets and Memories

17 years 10 months ago

Well Done...

A very well done poem indeed. Such reality was felt as if it was happening at that very given moment. So full of joy and happiness, yet so full of sorrow and darkness as well. Very touching indeed. Do hope to read more from you dear one. -S.

Calliope

17 years 10 months ago

I thought it was about a babe as well,

but find both extremely tragic,You've written this peice with such emotion it is clearly a very real experience and I admit to getting a bit teary-eyed myself.Brava! Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

Shadow_whispers

17 years 10 months ago

Thank you

Thank you so much. You know, one of a poets greatest pleasures is when someone really feels something from their poetry and I'm glad that you got teary eyed. I'm glad you felt something. Thanks again.