Tragic
By: Avery Lemonnier
The energy was stripped away
Pieces never to be recover
It was a tragedy
They cut her open and removed the disease
left her to morn the loss of the life taken
It was a tragedy
Glass broken like the shattered rays of light
against the pavement on a new summer day
Blood pours like a river, DAMN
It was a tragedy
Stillness cold as ice
The silence is so numbing
I wish someone would cut it open
the thud of the heart
bangs as it tries to be free
It was a tragedy
Eyes close and the world stops
A quicken pulse slows
the movement stops
It was a tragedy
The sounds of feet running
I try to hold on but I'm being carried away
It was a tragedy
Lost in the cause
when a moment has pause
It was a tragedy
Hi Avery,
ReplyDeleteI feel really curious about the content of your poem and it got me thinking. Each stanza you end with "it was a tragedy". Does tragedy have multiple meanings for you? What exactly constitutes a tragedy? Now that I'm thinking about it, I realize I see a tragedy as something that ended prematurely, and this 'ending' causes us to feel like we can't learn from it. It's not a word that I regularly include in my vocabulary and I'm glad I get to think about it for half a sec.
Is a different tragedy addressed for each stanza, or are we looking at one tragedy for the whole poem, or something else? Your imagery is what gives this poem its life and I wonder if you will add more to this poem to further color it in : )
S.