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Was God asleep? (In memory of my brother.)

Was God asleep
or looking somewhere else?
But how could we expect
even such almighty eyes
to see so many tragedies
around the world, each day?

It would be nice to pass the buck
up to the highest spheres,
and rage at heaven, like Lear on the heath:
"How could you let this happen,
you, the all-powerful, all-knowing,
great big BOSS?"

More often, after suicide,
survivors point sharp fingers,
and closest ones attract our blame:
instead of sharing our deep grief,
we hurt each other yet again.

— Robert Melliard, Feb 20, 2009

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Region, Country: Asturias, Spain

Favorite Poets: Chaucer, Shakespeare, Du Bellay, Metaphysicals, Petrarch, Dante, Baudelaire, Lorca, Becquer, Coleridge

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JWwildcat2012

17 years 3 months ago

A good write,Robert

I like the way this poem showed profound,deepened feelings,without having to be dragged into endless stanzas,which some poets tend to do,from time to time.That is a hard thing to do sometimes.Your tribute will have fellow poets thinking,and that is a good skill for a writer.I liked this one.Please read some of my entries when you get the chance. Your friend,in peace Scott.
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 3 months ago

Hi Scott,

It's nice to meet a reader who appreciates concision in poetry. Personally I believe that making ones point with the fewest possible words is one of the many factors which add up to making poetry more intense than prose. I'll try to read some of your work soon. Thanks for reading this poem of mine. Best wishes, Robert.
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Arrow

17 years 3 months ago

Nothing

to fix here. Just the raw facts, simply stated - as it should be.
Robert Melliard

Robert Melliard

17 years 3 months ago

The raw facts

I'm afraid that bereavement is indeed a collection of 'raw facts' which one has to learn to handle if one is to survive. Putting them down in poetry seems to have helped in my case, so who knows if it might also help a reader one day? Thanks for reading and commenting. Incidentally, I adore your hippo photo. Best wishes, Robert.