A BAD DAY
Jean Byrne
Bastards, the lot of them
Not an ounce of compassion
Between them
I search desperately for
A glimmer of tenderness
In their blank glassy eyes
Until I become weary
I retreat back into my shell
Only to encounter the same
Empty space where humanity should be
But today is a bad day
©2012 This work is the property of the author.
Posted on August 31, 2012, in Jean Byrne, POETRY and tagged A BAD DAY, Poems, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
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Beautiful poem. Would like to read more from this author. Where can I find her work?
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I love Jeff's work!
Ha! Welcome back, you old bugger.
Misfits' Miscellany 
An unfussy poem from Jean, which I thought might be a good primer for those of you heading out of the cold office and into the freedom of the weekend.
Read Jean’s other poem, LIQUID AND SMOKE:
And she’s also written some impressive prose:
love this one…
Well I am really in the right mood for this great first line
Like Alice through the looking glass the poem looks at hollow men as she feels smaller
in her own reflection and need of tenderness or recognition. Like Bartleby in Herman Melville’s The Scrivener at his wits end sighs, Ah Bartleby, ah humanity.”
Ha! I like your last line. Never judge the world on a bad day. :)
Welcome, flipside. This is the flipside of another sort.
a moebius poem – true because its out is in