"Music and Literature" by William Michael Harnett‘The Journal’ and Other Poetry by Amy Foreman The Society August 13, 2017 Beauty, Deconstructing Communism, Poetry, Short Stories 12 Comments The Journal It sat upon his bedside table, closed, And waiting to keep record of each day: The silent pages still and unexposed, A diary to come, his dossier. He saw it every evening as he bent To turn the lamp off, then to lie at rest, Remembering her face, the one who’d sent That book for musings, each still unexpressed. He thought of how she’d looked that day, her plea, Her face so drawn and weary from their fight . . . “Why can’t you just communicate with me? Please . . . won’t you open up to me tonight?” But, he had stood, unmoved and silent there, Unable to convey to her his heart, And she had walked away, still unaware How difficult it was for him to start. The journal came after a week, not wrapped– Her writing on the note had merely said, “Just write them down, those words that still are trapped, Release those noisy voices in your head.” And so he cracked its cover late one night, And, pen to paper, let the thoughts escape: His hopes, his fears, his love, in black and white, The formlessness of soul now taking shape. A year had passed, and, then, one rainy night He met her on the doorstep of her home, And handed her the book, eyes shining bright– Then disappeared into the evening’s gloam. Today, that journal sits beside their bed, A testament to discourse of the heart, The quiet man whose thoughts she now has read, Who found communication’s counterpart. A Little Man with Power . . . Tyrant ruler, do you figger That you look a little bigger With your finger on the trigger– Cutting souls down in their prime? Bureaucrat with new promotion, Is this rule book all your notion? Just a way to show devotion To the red-tape paradigm? Hey there, you who hurts his brother, Beats his wife or slaps his mother, Do you think there’s any other Name for bullying but “crime?” Standing over those who cower, You’re just small and mean and sour– Give a ‘little’ man some power: He’ll abuse it ev’ry time. Amy Foreman hails from the southern Arizona desert, where she homesteads with her husband and seven children. She has enjoyed teaching both English and Music at the college level, but is now focused on home-schooling her children, gardening, farming, and writing. Her blog is theoccasionalcaesura.wordpress.com Related Post A Translation of André Chénier’s ‘Elegy XX’... Born at Constantinople in 1762 of a French father and Greek mother, André Chénier grew up in pre-revolutionary France and studied at Paris. Well-read,... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 12 Responses Satyananda Sarangi August 13, 2017 Dear ma’am, greetings! These poems are so beautiful. The first poem has such a touching story in it, I loved it. The second one is about truth and is hard hitting. Perfect poems make one’s Sunday. Regards Reply Amy Foreman August 13, 2017 Thank you for appreciating these, Satyananda! Blessings. Reply Helen H. Gordon August 13, 2017 “The Journal” is very touching, but could be shorter with less explanation. Rhyme and rhythm are excellent. I love the poems about tyrants and bullies. By keeping the lines short you give them real punch! Nice work! Reply Amy Foreman August 13, 2017 Thank you for your thoughts, Helen! Much appreciated. Reply Father Richard Libby August 15, 2017 I enjoyed these poems, Mrs. Foreman. I always enjoy your work! Reply Amy Foreman August 15, 2017 You are too kind, Father Richard! Reply James Sale August 15, 2017 As always some wonderful things in your poetry, Amy – and most of all, this one line: The formlessness of soul now taking shape. How profound that is as a commentary on the act of writing itself, especially of writing poetry. Reply Amy Foreman August 15, 2017 Thank you, James. I always appreciate your comments! You may be interested in some thoughts I presented in an interview with Rhyme that follow that same vein: (full interview here: https://rhymepoetry.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/interview-with-amy-foreman/) “Communication is all about form. Whenever we speak or write, we distil our indeterminate experiences and perceptions of the world into the socially-recognized forms of words, phrases, sentences, and paragraphs. If we fail to put those thoughts into words, then –barring excellent body language – those thoughts will never be comprehended by another. That’s the beauty of communication through language: one person harnesses a thought, puts it in the form of words, in the structure of a sentence; the “hearer” then reads or listens to those formed words, which are subsequently unharnessed in the hearer’s mind and heart. The poet who adheres to specific form and rhyme takes this normal but beautiful linguistic communication to an even deeper level: placing, with particularity, each formed word and structured phrase in such a way that the meaning is concentrated, refined, and even purified.” Reply James Sale August 20, 2017 Thanks Amy – love the article and posted a comment there. Reply Amy Foreman August 20, 2017 Appreciate it much, James! David Hollywood August 17, 2017 Very enjoyable poetry with The Journal being really touching! I always advocate everyone should read a poem a day and then the world would be a better place for us all, and The Journal exemplifies that sentiment perfectly. Thank you. Reply Amy Foreman August 17, 2017 Thank you so much for that, David! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.