General Poetry posted January 2, 2022


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Some truths can only be seen through tears

Truths Seen Through Tears

by Theodore McDowell

I long for a lonesome train whistle
to nudge me awake long past midnight
from a matrix dream. The plaintive call
would free me to flee carefree
from starched button-down shirts
and ride the rails to New Orleans.
 
I ache for the rare moment with dad,
the sweltering afternoon sweat drenched
our shirts and we quenched our thirst
from a garden hose. I watched dad
hammer nails flush with wood
as he built a rocker for the front porch.
That evening in the golden hour of sunset
we rocked to the synchronized
creaking of oak.
 
I tune my car radio to find a golden oldie
to make me roll down
the window and sing a first awkward kiss
into a gypsy wind.
 
I thrive on the mornings
I smell the memory of mom cooking
bacon in a black iron skillet.
 
I confess these desires
knowing they resonate
with secret chords inside
your silent doubts. These yearnings
linger just off your peripheral vision.  
They will sting you one quiet moment
at night or while you stand innocently
staring out the kitchen window.
You will cry, intuitively knowing
some hidden truths and silent suffering
can only be seen through tears.

 



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