This Poem was Submitted By: Nancy Ann Hemsworth On Date: 2009-03-06 16:27:13 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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What Do They Know

What do they know, watching from above your head What do they think, when vacant eyes appear before them But I know, I can sense it Your body lies, twisted, contorted, ridged But not you This is not you, this pretzeled heap upon the bed This is not you, propped in pillows, wasting there The disease is here, the aftermath But… I do not feel your soul be trapped I feel your soul long has lifted And they waste their sentiments  And their tears These loved ones at your feet For they cry only for themselves, in selfishness For YOU in all your beauty  All the magic, all the glory In all you had ever been Long gone…… Your journey starts again With the knowledge you have gained  You soar again to new adventure You and I…yes, you and I  WE know the truth And WE are here together in the moment

Copyright © March 2009 Nancy Ann Hemsworth

Additional Notes:
This is came to me this morning at 8:10 a.m. I woke and sat at the keyboard and in 2 minutes it was there. This is what I call my "true poetry". Not contrived, it just spits upon the page in its rawness.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2009-03-28 03:13:19
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Nancy it seems to me you have said it all...........wonderfully penned.......brings back mom's passing which is five years the family and friends gathered over her and those beautiful clouded blue eyes looking back from wherever she was in that moment and I honestly believe she was in God's waiting room......Indeed this is 'true poetry' and it sits so well in its rawness. Hope you are well.....of course I let the flu bug in, nasty character that does not want to leave home. God Bless, Claire.

This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2009-03-10 12:22:27
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Camus was the first to assualt mankind's presumptions on the dead and the righteous expectation made upon mourners in his, L'Etranger. It is amazing the self-righteous are, at the same time, the very first to decide upon finality. The kind that indeed DO cry for themselves (what else is left?) Those who would be more, able to see beyond "finality" are looked narrowly upon as was Camus' Meursault. In this poem you are "Meursault". Just stay away from beaches for a while. JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2009-03-08 21:46:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hello Nancy, Good to have you with us this month. This is a sentimental piece about the power of liberation, of overcoming the odds...I'm not sure who it is you speak of but it is clear that this person, once defeated by disease, is ALIVE in the knolwedge of TRUTH and you share this liberation as a partner and support. I can see that this was spontaneous... Duane.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2009-03-08 15:02:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Nancy, This brings tears to my eyes in it's poignancy. It is simply from the Gods. First off it shows the wonderful man he is and shall always be. The ravages of an illness, how tough that is. And yet you hold 'it' together, mindful of what matters. Your sweet souls and the reason for it all. Then the beautiful love you both possess shines foremost. Lovely, Godly, and necessary to endure. I believe he is still with you, sending his love in a dream. He's just covered with so much it's hard to break through. But spiritually he's right beside you, always a part of you. Read some sweetness to him, just in case he's there. Enjoy your time still with him. please. I'm very touched, as a poem's main purpose. Very good job Nancy. In every way. Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2009-03-08 12:26:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Nancy, To me this is the best, that which just comes; uncontrived, pure and raw. The emotions are echoed through out your write and I totally can relate; thank you so much for posting this "true" account of what often is but goes unseen, unknown and unacknowledge. I applaud your work. best always, Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2009-03-07 18:25:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I love your poem Nancy; and I love the fact that I have found someone to relate with; on having the thoughts come at odd hours and being finished within minutes - it's the same way I write and always have. I believe they are talents - not spits on pages...... The message comes through in clarity; and you pour the emotions out that touch the reader when they realize it's so true - what was - may be gone; but the journey will start again - one moment can change a whole life; and sometimes crying is selfish yet a release to those feeling the pain of loss. Great read, Deni
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