The tip of God’s thumb
Took a detour from Heaven,
From mending the strings
On the ceremonious harps
And lifting angels to the heights
Of infinity
To come down and crush her.
With one single, irrelevant,
Irreversible swipe of indifference
Her glass palace world
Shatters by the sounds
Of His trumpets.
She can still feel
These remnant shards of broken glass
When she cradles her vacant stomach.
And the jaeger tears
She bats behind her soulless eyes
Serve as a constant reminder
Of how she must have done something
To deserve this
Artist: Bryan Hogg School: North Allegheny |
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Quinn Conley from:
North Allegheny
- posted: October 31, 2007
"Emptiness" is another one of my favorite peoms on this site. Bryan has a way with words that is almost manipulating. Now, I have never experienced a miscarraige, and hopefully I never do, but Bryan expressed it in such a way that it made me feel as though i had experienced it. The adjectives that are used work well with the flow of the poem- like jaeger tears and soulless eyes. They help to make a more vivid scene. The topic is unique in itself, and it is quite impressive that Bryan can describe something this specifically without ever actually experiencing it himself. This is an excellent peice.
Cory McConnell from:
North Allegheny
- posted: November 1, 2007
This is a great poem. The line about the woman's cradling her vacant stomach stuck with me long after I read the poem. I know someone who recently went through a miscarriage, and though I nor anyone who hasn't gone through it personally could ever know what that is like, I have to imagine that this poem reflects some of the thoughts that goes through a person's mind in that situation. Bryan is a great writer and this poem is certainly evidence of that.
Tyler Hagy from:
North Allegheny
- posted: November 1, 2007
Raeann MacNeil from:
North Allegheny
- posted: November 1, 2007
I have to say that my favorite lines are "The tip of God's thumb/Took a detour from Heaven." In those two lines, you set the mood of the poem extremely well. As I kept reading, I was surprsied at how far the poem drew me in; by the end, I was actually upset with God for taking away the woman's child!
I was amazed to hear that you don't know anyone close to you that's suffered a miscarriage. Someone very close to me has been through eight, and from talking to her, I know you have captured the emotions extremely well. It truly is something you never forget and it will affect you for the rest of your life. You did a wonderful job explaining all this to the reader in a very poetic and fitting way. Awesome.