nothing to throw

21 Jan

I sit here in a hotel lobby reading gut-wrenching words on a page.

bawling mama day
consuming cancer
consuming grief
a weeping, broken mother’s heart
“It’s a mystery, mama, it’s just a mystery”
out of the mouth of babes and infants you have ordained strength
strong embracing arms
comforting silent presence
that then violently tosses chairs around the yard
because when you’re a man and you can’t fix her tears
other things have to suffer

I sit here in a hotel lobby
amidst men and women in business suits
having their conversations
jokes, loud laughter
places to be people to see
potent mixtures of cologne
headphones can mute the sounds
fade to strains of Angels and Demons
but no muting the nasal noise

the sky begins to lighten
darker hues yielding to tinges of purple, pink
traffic on neighboring freeways in unrelenting streams

nothing to throw
nothing to throw

ahh but these feet on these dance floors today
these i can throw
these i will throw

for surely we must dance upon our sorrows
or they most surely will dance upon us.


Posted by on January 21, 2014 in haverings, Poetry, Suffering


2 responses to “nothing to throw

  1. kerriw24

    January 22, 2014 at 7:36 am

    Oh Mike. Your words never cease to amaze me. And these took my breath away. As did the update they described. As sure as the day is long, I needed to hear your words. Thank you. 🙂

  2. wordhaver

    January 22, 2014 at 4:05 pm

    So glad you were impacted by this! Thanks for sharing that, Kerri. You bless me!


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