Broken, a Co-Write with Sheila Kline

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A Poem by Rick Puetter

Broken...the death of a loved one

Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license. Author: Mario Pleitez. Original photo may be found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/alfinaldeesteviaje/451482805/sizes/o/.

Dear Reader,

A poem inspired by “On Another’s Pain”, by William Blake, and co-written by Sheila Kline and Rick Puetter:

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We hope you enjoy the poem.

Broken

Horror in my heart abounds

My lips share thy wailing sounds

For your heart is pierced with pain

And with anguish thy soul strains

Lifeless son rests in your arms

Newly felled by Reaper’s charms

Death, thy joy robs from your life

Now plays plaintive drum and fife

Now the march to funeral pyre

Now the wood piled higher and higher

As the sun sets in the west

And lost soul is called to rest

Nevermore his smile you'll see

Nevermore he'll sing with thee

Nevermore you'll touch his hair

Evermore cries your despair

How can I remove thy pain?

All my jests now made in vain

For your heart is set on fire

As now burns the funeral pyre

Now new morn wakes in the east

Sleep is now thy weak release

Rest, fair one, and cry no more

For new day has more in store

This, the fate of mortal Man

Death brings grief to every clan

Seek your friends and family

Solace in love's harmony

I will sit with you tonight

I will hold you very tight

Above stars course through unknown plan

Here, my love, come take my hand.

Author: Randolph Femmer. Rights: Public Domain, life.nbii.gov. Library of Images from the Environment. Original image can be found at http://images.nbii.gov/R%20Femmer/D_high-res/60-Sunrise-3-little-inn-August-26.jpg

© 2009 Rick Puetter

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Author's Note

Again, I need to thank Sheila Kline for the inspiration to write this poem. It was her idea to pick this topic and gave it its birthing push and direction. Thank you, Sheila!

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Marie Anzalone

"How can I remove thy pain?"

At the heart of this flawless collaboration is this single question. Sometimes, the answer is simply, "You cannot" We are uncomfortable in the presence of such deep seated grief because we have forgotten how to sit with it. This poem is masterful because it respects that. The sun is coming up tomorrow, but it's not a brand new day of wonder and forgetfulness... it is still going to HURT tomorrow, like it did today. The death of a child is supposed to hurt. You both have captured the need to honor the pain before it can be let go, and have done so with dignity and respect. There is no placating, no false reassurance. Wonderfully done, both of you. Thank you, Rick, for sharing.