Grateful

Grateful

Their veins had dried at your feet

The forsaken children of the trees

Printing the face of the shore

With powerless wanting

No wisdom, but so much gentle caution

The sea breathed self-consolingly

And the sound of the waters promised to return

Some songs had never hoped to be

mere softly-shaped tubes of glass

With no letters inside.

Have you ever felt ashamed of being comforted by the touch of paper?

Or praising your poetry?

Have you taught your eyes to sleep with graceless gratefulness?

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

I'd forgotten I already reviewed this one. You are a powerful writer. The formation of the stanzas physically remind me of the wings of a seagull, and you write of the beach and empty bottles. There is a wistful, almost forelorn quality to this one, and the painting is absolutely lovely and captures the feeling of the poem perfectly. Very powerful yet kind of sad. Why, Rain, would you be ashamed to be happy for someone praising your poetry? It is soo good! Truly worthy of praise. Many blessings to you...

[Eve]

The first stanza could stand alone, the rest sets the atmosphere, "Some songs had never hoped to be
mere softly-shaped tubes of glass With no letters inside." yes that exactly, that just sets the tone for the whole piece.

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Wow! The imagery and sentiments in here were amazing! You have a true talent, my friend! :)

[Bright Ocean Star]

This poem is layered in so many sentiments. "Have you ever felt ashamed of being comforted by the touch of paper?" The poem is entitled Grateful, so adding a level of shame to being grateful is confusing, as it probably was meant to be, which makes it compelling and interesting, fascinating, and confounding. A puzzle wrapped inside an enigma. Wonderful writing, my friend Rain. Sorry I haven't commented or reviewed much lately. I've been absent for awhile. Lovely writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

"Have you ever felt ashamed of being comforted by the touch of paper?
Or praising your poetry?
Have you taught your eyes to sleep with graceless gratefulness?"
I enjoyed the complete poem. Above lines were my favorite. Questions to why we do things can receive strange answers. I believe a writer want to excite the reader. Would be nice to make money. Hard to do. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tai Ryens]

Graceless gratefulness, quite a confusing yet intriguing concept that led me to reread the same piece multiple times and still I find myself thoroughly fascinated by this piece, from the descriptions in every line to the overall message of content conveyed by your words. Lovely piece, you've done well.

[StarNinja]

Wait, I'm lost. This poem is too symbolic, too metaphorical. What does it mean?!
Forsaken Tree Children? (Awesome band name) what are those? Paper perhaps? There's a sea in here somewhere... maybe the picture is a clue? Is it seagulls? But then what of the glass tubes? Is this an indictment of poetry itself? Is this a call for the return of the humble poet? Is this a critique of man's inadequacy to express his own nature as well as Nature itself and thus a sense of smallness must be necessary to appreciate our place in the cosmos in order to create true poetry? True art? Can the beauty of words only come through when the lens of our experience adequately reflects the mystery of creation? Am I reading too much into this? o.0
Anyways, I enjoyed the poem, no matter what it means. But I guess the point of poetry is that it means something different to everybody. (What does it mean?!?!)
A worthy return for you, Rain. Keep at it!

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

This poem has been written beautifully, I loved reading this. :-)

Kaze~

[TL Boehm]

The sea breathed self-consolingly
And the sound of the waters promised to return
Some songs had never hoped to be
mere softly-shaped tubes of glass
With no letters inside.

and this

Their veins had dried at your feet
The forsaken children of the trees
Printing the face of the shore
With powerless wanting

I keep reading this over and over and there is this rush of emotions. Admiration because the poem is beautiful and yet there is an ache to it. As though there has been a great loss. somewhere in the words.