One Poem – 2014
The nurse asked On a scale of 1 to 10,
how much does it hurt?
I said It hurts like hell.
She grinned wide and girl shy.
So that’s it. From here on out I
will not be one who merely speaks his mind.
I intend to be something befitting –
a man who speaks his soul. Like Langston, I don’t mind dying. But Lord let there be a row of those who adored me lining my grave hollering: Please don’t take daddy away. They will not moan because they’ll miss my lovin’. Their hurt, on a scale of 1 to 10, will be the theft of my words.
So that’s it. From here on out I
will not be one who merely speaks his mind.
I intend to be something befitting –
a man who speaks his soul. Like Langston, I don’t mind dying. But Lord let there be a row of those who adored me lining my grave hollering: Please don’t take daddy away. They will not moan because they’ll miss my lovin’. Their hurt, on a scale of 1 to 10, will be the theft of my words.
nuff said.
Thanks, Heidi.
This is beautiful, John! I love the idea for a poem to guide your year, and not just one word. Thank you for writing your heart and sharing it with us each day.
Thank you, Abbigail. Yes, with so many beautiful words, how could anyone choose just one?
“theft of words”, real good. Thank you for writing today.
Thanks for reading my writing, Rachel…it means a great deal to me.
Damn.
A soul comment, Larry…thank you.
Sigh. Yep.
Hi, Susan. Easier written than lived, but I’m trying…
So, words are your “love language.” Imagine that. Food for thought for me. Do I want to be missed for acts of service? Quality time spent? Industrious provision? Word choice and encouragement, affirmation?
Cherry, I hadn’t really thought about words that way but yes, maybe so. Food for thought for me as well – thank you.
Man, if I could ever write a poem that speaks truth and love the way yours do, I might just die happy. Thanks for all of them.