The Counselor
by
Everett (dale) Pogue
copyright 01-28-2008
Age Rating: 13 to 127
They left the office and walked to their cars together.
There was no hand-holding or gentle embrace,
but some of the anger they brought had ebbed.
Eyes were softer; voices level and contained.
It had not been so the hour preceding
when tongues were sharp and reason bowed to emotion.
She screamed and called him "Tyrant, selfish, cold!"
He struck back with "Spoiled, pampered brat!"
Each claimed the other stranger instead of mate.
Can two be strangers, sharing the same bed and name?
Do chilling winds blow in places made for warmth?
Can marriage die in arenas of the commonplace?
It is not meant to be, but far too often it is so,
he goes his way and does his thing and she the same,
crossing paths, but never stopping as they cross
to feel each other's breath or touch,
or hear that once dear voice in frozen time.
Today each paused to hear the other voice.
Both felt the pain and hurt each had brought
into the other's silent, unrelenting world.
Healing comes slowly, painfully, with words and touch.
They left the office and walked to their cars...together.
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This is a most beautiful poem. It speaks of common people going through their common problems. You painted a powerful picture of people gone astray, but held out hope that they could get together again. Good work.Technically -your usual good sense of rhythm was present. And you are handling free style very well.
This is such a touching piece. You have done a wonderful job describing the feelings experienced by couples in trouble, and their efforts to make things better. It's sad that all too often the special bond between husband and wife is not nourished as it should be. Thanks, Dale, for a very thoughtful read...June
reporter, voice, image, capture, so much, emotion exploding, mind travel, over the shoulder, feeling, hurt pain escape to the page, robust interface, want passed to next, values, questions given and taken, a structured write, holding and reflection... well done Walt
I love poems that tell stories, and you are a natural storyteller, Dale. This poem focuses on a moment that both subjects could easily have missed, and I think that is where poetry really earns its keep. How often do people let a moment like this pass, saying something like, "I'll do it next time." -- not realizing that this is the only time they'll get the chance? Well done.
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