Sunday, March 11, 2012

I Spoke Up

I think this is what just happened.


With passion and conviction,
I spoke. 
The room held its breath,
And then I held my breath
As the cold rains came. 
I was dampened and muddied,
Chilled and saddened,
But I was not silent.
And for that I am glad.


12 comments:

  1. Such drama and power in a few lines.
    cold rains,
    dampened muddied
    chilled saddened
    The pairs of descriptive words have a nice rhythm.

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  2. Oh Donna, this poem leaves me with so many questions. I love when a writer does that to me. I want to ask you...Were you really angry? Did your face get red? Were you shaking? Did your voice sound like barely a whisper? Were your eyes piercing?

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  3. Many thoughts are running through my mind as I try to read behind these words. But the lines :"But I was not silent. And for that I am glad," make me smile for you.

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  4. I love that last line in this great poem that captures a moment of huge courage.

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  5. I wish I could have been there to spread some sunshine in that room. For I am sure whatever words you spoke were words I would've backed! This is a powerful poem. Thanks for sharing.

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  6. Hmmm..like Wanda this poem set me thinking. I like the strength in it - I love the spirit of resiliency.

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  7. I've read this poem three times this morning. Like the others, I have questions, but I love the strength it shows. "But I was not silent. And for that I am glad." Love that line.

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  8. Oh dear, I have been there. Triumph in the midst of turmoil. It is not easy, but wisdom and love win out. Thank you for your powerful stand.

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  9. I love the courage shown through your words here. Your last lines drive home the strength of your message. Well done!

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  10. There is so much emotion and strength in this short slice. Well done!

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  11. Yes - your words really capture that feeling of being splashed by a bus going through a puddle. That feeling of "why was I walking so close to this puddle in the first place." But then that feeling that two need to share the road!

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  12. The poem itself shows courage, and as I've seen many of your poems, it has less structure, but is so tight, says much in few words. I can only imagine what you mean but the line "As the cold rains came" is so visual and then scary. Terrific Donna!

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