She walks as light as do they all
when echoes—harsh and hot
invest their every step
and hitch their gasping breaths.
I didn’t mean it that way,
that “catch you unawares” heartache.
I didn’t want it to, I almost say,
but never do—I mean really, how can I?
So I take her words and do what I can,
holding them dearly and using them truly,
keeping some few here, some bits there,
leaving the yearnings to swirl all around,
neat and sharp, near and clear,
warming the light and stilling the air…
but sometimes, even then, singing too softly.
aching to be fully in the moment
and that’s when it hits and hits so hard
that I damn near want to weep:
I look into her words
and they hurt so much because
I think I see—I know I see—me,
caught unawares. Caught
in what I said, caught in what
she read, caught finally in her pain.
There is a Czech word litost (pronounced LEE-tosht) which means a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.* That’s what this poem is about: litost moments.
In the end, if poetry is about anything, it is about the degree and quality of connectivity between us, about how we relate, and who we are to each other. And, yes, as the poem says, I do listen as people speak, trying to catch a glimpse of them through the key words and phrases they say and to re-use them again, later, in poems. This poem is, for me, like an “Impressionist” interpretation of emotions and reactions.
Thank you for dropping by. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed I still would have said it that way and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
*In this I am indebted to the book In Other Words by C.J. Moore, a fascinating and very readable lexicon of hard-to-translate foreign words. Highly recommended.
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