Sometimes I see that you are sad, upset… In pain I don’t know what to say, other than, “I’m sorry.” you retreat, You say, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” lick your wounds We both know that it’s not. Not my fault – at least not this time – and not okay. What is it that keeps us unseen. from being okay with life not being okay? What is it that keeps us Unseen, from allowing one another to be with us in our sorrows? I am with you when you are down. I bear your pain I am with you when it’s not okay. I am with you when it’s not my fault… and remain even when it is my fault. If you do not wish to be with me, or just aren’t ready right now, that’s okay. Or maybe it’s not. But I will be with you in my heart, in silence. even if not in yours.
In response to dVerse Meeting the Bar, May 24, 2018, where it is explained that, “Contrapuntal music is composed of multiple melodies that are relatively independent that are sounded together. In the poetic world, contrapuntal poems are poems that intertwine two (or more) separate poems into a single composition.”
Both parts were good. I especially liked the second half.
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Thank you. I like the second half better, too.
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This is deeply poignant and beautifully crafted. The subtle conversation in the spaces here is powerful. Wonderful use of the form. Thank You.
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Thank you for introducing this form 🙂
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I too like the second but read together it gives much depth
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Thank you.
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