I Hurt For You.

[dafydd manton]

How am I? Great, thanks.
I always ask you
The same.
And you always say,
Fine.
But you know,
And I know
The Truth.
The Bitter Truth.

Me? I've got a great
Life!
But you? You never, ever
Complain.
Instead, because you're you,
You smile that beautiful
Smile.

Me? I'm deliriously happy,
But strangely,
I hurt.
I hurt inside, not for me, but for
You.

I've known the suffering,
But now, it's
Gone.
Maybe, though, I can possibly feel
What you
Feel.

I hurt when I know that you
Hurt.
My pain is gone now,
Memories.
So remember, my favourite one,
It can happen.
You can and will find what you want.

Comfort.

For You.

X

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wonderful job of intuiting the doubleness of someone's effort to spare you and the world the trouble of worrying for them.

Reminds me of one of my favourite responses when asked how I am: "Terrific... but getting better."

[dafydd manton]

Thanks, Prince. It was written with somebody I am extremely fond of in mind, so it was a bit of a gut-wrencher. I can't believe how you writers of serious poetry can do it all the time. I do appreciate your comment, I really do.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I can't believe how you writers of serious poetry can do it all the time.

Not all that difficult in my case. What I do is write humorous poems, then replace every upbeat or funny word with a downer or with something literary or pretentious.

[dafydd manton]

I suspect you sell yourself short!

[Jerrybaldy]

You had me in the opening stanza. How we all hate to say 'i'm fine' when it is so far from the truth and however we hate it we do it day in day out for the reasons Prince pointed out. You can try the humorous ' Im crap' reply and get the laugh or the concerned ' what's up' response but bugger it all sooner or later you just have to give up and say 'I'm fine'.
Like comedy, poetry is great when it touches on the familiar and makes you think about it and as a comic and a poet you are perfectly placed daffy.

from then on it reminds me of a little known song that has the line ' nothing hurts you like the pain of someone who's close to you. ' Think that is a great truism and an admittance of adulthood and parenthood. maybe love is when you would rather the pain was yours.
anyway daffy. Your poem didnt make me think at all, obviously., but keep trying mate ;)
Jerry

[dafydd manton]

Thanks Jerry! Bit like my old school reports (in Latin)....Must Try Harder, or Could do Better! Cheers, Chum.

[Delta40]

I thought you wrote this in such a way that anyone can apply their own unique experience here. very broad and very uplifting.

[Maryd.]

Sigh...

This is beautiful and heartfelt...

[dafydd manton]

I just hate it when someone really special is getting flak from someone who should be doing otherwise. Rather touches a raw nerve, although I might just be a bit self-absorbed here. I'm sure many if not most of us have been through it, but it doesn't lessen the pain, the concern, the worry, and I've run out of words...........

[dafydd manton]

Sigh...

This is beautiful and heartfelt...

Glad you like it! It is for someone very special.

[Jerrybaldy]

I dont know which one of us is taking the piss anymore daffy. But my final comment was definetely ironic , you Welsh, northener, photographer type x

[Delta40]

Welsh did you say?

[Jerrybaldy]

I did. Im sure.

[Delta40]

I only know one dafydd...

[Jerrybaldy]

Me too. The Welsh bloke with a twinkle in his pen.

[dafydd manton]

Dear Colonel Goatpurge,

It is with regret that I take up my pen in this Yere of Grace MCMLXVCIICLXIV, to reply to yours of the MCXVILLCMCX Inst. I was aware of the irony of your comment, despite the somewhat pronunced Wiltshire accent. May I suugest that next time you take the pork pie out of your mouth, before speaking to an Officer.

Yours, Mrs Gladys Gnomefumbler VC DSO MC MM AFC CDM.

[NikolaiI]

Dafydd, you might just want to make extra sure you're on the same page with this person.

[dafydd manton]

Oh, Jerry and I have been on a different page for ages!! Different planet, even! He'll understand. I only wish I did.

[NikolaiI]

The poem is about Jerry?

[dafydd manton]

No - we just share a rather odd sense of humour. It's not odd to us, of course, just to most others. Rather British thing, I'm afraid. Sorry to be so insular....a tad rude. I promise to behave in the future.

[NikolaiI]

Ah. Well I was talking about whoever you wrote the poem about. It'd be a good idea to make sure you're on the same page.

[dafydd manton]

Oh, it's always a chance. Who knows.

[NikolaiI]

You can find out by being honest and straightforward about your feelings and intentions.

[Maryd.]

Glad you like it! It is for someone very special.

One very lucky person, no doubt?

[dafydd manton]

You can find out by being honest and straightforward about your feelings and intentions.

I've already been honest about my feelings, and intentions I have none. I'd hate to allude to whom the person might be, because he/she might not like my bringing their problems out in to the open. It is merely an expression of my sympathy for their plight, nothing more. Well, not as far as I know, anyway!

[Delta40]

The poem is about Jerry?

please let it be about Jerry!

[dafydd manton]

Nah, he's old enough and ugly enough to take care of himself. Frightens the life out of me! (And I have no intention of telling anyone any more. Sorry to be enigmatic, but one would hate to be a cad!)

[Maryd.]

Nah, he's old enough and ugly enough to take care of himself. Frightens the life out of me! (And I have no intention of telling anyone any more. Sorry to be enigmatic, but one would hate to be a cad!)

You are a gentleman, dear sir.

[dafydd manton]

You are a gentleman, dear sir.

More than you can say about Jerry. He bites the heads of whippets, and helps little old ladies across the road - when they didn't want to go!

[Maryd.]

More than you can say about Jerry. He bites the heads of whippets, and helps little old ladies across the road - when they didn't want to go!

:thumbsup::thumbsup:

[Jerrybaldy]

I turn my back for 15 minutes...
this would only be about me if my name was ( deletes next bit).
Gladys. You wrinkly old coffin dodger. When did Bristol shift its boundaries into Wiltshire? As Matron already told you, leave those gnomes alone. And quit interefering with alfred in bed 47, we all know that he can spin a jammy dodger on the end of it.

Anyways daffy. stop writing poems about me and mrs (deleted). As I was telling Angelo the other night I like women not Welsh military types.
Great poem btw
J

[dafydd manton]

Oh, don't give me that old guff about Bristol being in Zummerzet, or Avon, or whatever they're calling it this week!! We all know ....

[Delta40]

I'm posting this now Dafydd because I know you're fast asleep in the early hours of my afternoon.

[Haunted]

Dafy this is real good.

[dafydd manton]

Thanks. Special people make you write good things! Some are more special than others, this one is most special, and so it's them I have to thank.