October 12, 2010

There is not much to say about today's poem. I think it speaks for itself. However, the process remains a mystery. Just after writing about how hard this month has been, how much work the writing, this poem came to me as I was in the shower. Born fully formed in the moist air and cleansing water. Hmmm......

Poem for Tyler Clementi

(and for all those persecuted for their sexual orientation)

Fear in your eyes

pales alongside

what hides

under the mask

of those who torment.

Fear and hatred being ugly

children of Ignorance.

I ache that you died alone

not cradled in tender arms

of one strong enough

whose love would carry you

through time.