October 26, 2012

• "Deadly Family Matters" A New Poem

  "Deadly Family Matters"
  Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
  10/26/12 7:45 a.m. pdt

  Human life so precious
  Every person special and sublime
  Whether by love or accident,
  families grow.

  Hopefully love
  replaces accidental circumstance
  and
  in time
  both love and the family grow fuller
  If not always together,
  at least together in spirit and celebration.
  Anger, allegiance, arduous times
  Togetherness, happy times and smiles

  People matter
  Family matters
  Although
  The matters of some families give us pause
  We are shocked and saddened
  surely sickened by sanquine reports
  of shootings and slicings and shallow graves

  A grave report of
  the state of humanity
  when family matters
  don't seem to matter to some
  And the heinous harrowing
  hollow horrible misgivings
  of seemingly normal people
  cause pain to all
  when they turn on their families
  or on the families of others

  We are all alone
  And yet we are all family
  For those who anger too quickly
  For those in so much pain
  the only solution seems to
  reign pain on others;
  For those about to claim
  that nothing really matters
  please take pause
  before taking matters into
  your shaking hands.

  Family matters
  to me
  to you
  to all

  ---

  BEHIND THE POETRY: I knew I was going to write a new poem this week. I've been feeling particularly depressed this past week, and I usually write when the demons arrive. When I'm content and happy, usually I'm not that poetic. I've written reams discussing this in the past, so won't weigh in on depression and creativity yet again. The poem I thought I was going to write hasn't come yet, but each time I open a browser window for one of the news sites I read, I fall deeper into depression. This poem is a reflection of my feelings concerning the seeming "outbreak" of killings this week. Most of them seem to involve families, and there are yet more orphans created whenever some misguided person decides to get rid of his family. I'm sickened by senseless killing, whether in time of war or peace. Anymore, peace seems to only be a fading symbol, and a memory, if in fact, the world were ever, or will ever be, at peace. Sadly, my few poems this year, including this one, have been inspired by not my own depression, but the worldwide depression which causes people to kill people, including kids who don't even have a chance. Peace out to you all.MFN/ppf

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