A Bloody Tear
Tiny terrible choices roll
like snowballs down our steep hills of fate
glutenizing into a yeasty beast —
an unforgiving juggernaut
deceptively bearing the same name
of our lost choking hope.
Inside that mountain of meat
is a fading whimpering whisper
regretting lost softness
regretting chances to give
waiting to die.
In those sad, spastic last moments
through the mist of madness,
the crazy chaotic cacaophonies,
drips a bloody tear
unseen and too late for anyone to care.
— by Sabio Lantz,
Afterward with an Exercise: My poem today was inspired by Carrie Underwood’s music video “Blown Away” (remember, I have an 11-year-old daughter who likes repetition far more than I). For generations, most poetry has come to us through song lyrics — and now with added video.
While watching the video, I thought I saw a tear on the father’s face (3:24). So I went back and checked. But I was wrong, it was only a cut on his face. But that hallucinated tear (which I photoshopped into the pic above) made me daydream of a part I would add to the song and the video is could — and that became my poem. Here is a prose version of the addition that floated into my mind:
the dying father’s mind regrets how he has habitually hurt others over the years. Then a small, pathetically withered part of himself fruitlessly repents and materializes into a small bloody tear dripping down his face just before he dies.
Now, if you got this far, please try an exercise with me: Watch the video below and imagine my alternative ending and then re-read my poem. Let me know if the meaning of my poem changed for you. I ask this to explore the bigger question: How does sharing the inspirations and experiences behind our writing, enrich our communication?
Prompt: Originally written for a prompt by Brian, at d’Verse Poets, where he asked us to “write a poem from the perspective of one of the medias“.