Sunday, November 13, 2011

The Three Hundred Sixteenth, November 12, 2011

empathy

a face in the throng
intuition
discordant smile
something amiss

forced laughter
attention drawn
trying too hard
artificial happiness

inside something clicks
a wave washes over
awash in feelings
coming from another

instinct compels
a need to intrude
must make things right
reach out a hand

how often my moods
do not come from me
but a reaction unsought
sharing life with a stranger

send a part of the me
to those I cannot do more
along with deep hope
it will help in some way

left slightly hollow
a sadness lingering
emptiness needing filled
hungry for happiness

a casual meeting
face to face with no crowd
offer warmest smile
tentatively returned

gradual conversation
tensions visually ease
gift of genuine compassion
stranger closer than friend

only a fraction of a lifetime
a whisper in life's saga
altering both journeys
parting the closest of strangers

rare are such moments
each a precious treasure
giving my life meaning
a reason to be alive

perfection ever eludes
too often unable to help
and I pray no harm done
sadly only mere mortal

if this be my calling
illusive meaning of life
one burden made lighter
defines a successful life

1 comment:

  1. First, a nice trend, these titles.

    These partial sentences enhance the briefness and the stranger quality to these encounters.

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