Barbara Capitelli Poem

Barbara Capitelli was shaking, not noticeably, but shaking inside for her feelings were exceptionally strong and vivid. She wanted to get away from Barbara and the only way she could at this moment was to think of someone else’s words of wisdom.
“The whisper of solemn finality, the mention of death of a loved one is a deep moment of regret that takes control and squeezes you till the tiny drops of remorse have no place to hide. It is that moment of reflection when you may look back and think about what you should have done instead of what you did. If so then one of the strange joys of life is to have the soul of a poet and be able to reach out and feel the depth of the moment. Better to be an Irish poet, understand the moment, and hide the …show more content…
The coffins were so simple that to her they seemed in appropriate to be the final resting spot for lives so full of energy, and they did little to fill the void that she felt in the pit of her stomach, for they were only boxes. She could feel the warmth of her Mother’s eyes and how different they were from the sadness around her, but at her age how would she know. Her Mother’s speech was fancy, at least it always seemed that way for it was perfect in the respect that it was academic, rehearsed and words of the past. They were like words that had been lost but because of education they were always available. They were words that were in hiding and always peeking around the comer till they had the confidence to come out. Even then they were cautious like a bumblebee that didn’t recognize the flower but once it recognized the sweet smell it had the courage to enjoy it. I guess it is both good and bad in being like that, but I am not sure. The good is that it is intelligent, and sounds good. The bad is that it doesn’t seem honest. This makes me realize that short sentences with simple words come out better. I guess I should say that I am looking at three boxes and nothing more. Talking like this doesn’t show respect. This must be a bad dream and if it is or isn’t it doesn’t matter because all things bad, whether they are dreams, or real, sooner or later disappear, at least for awhile. And when they come back they are never the same because nothing is ever the same. If I had to do it over I wouldn’t feel as bad as I do now. Ray, it was wrong the way I behaved with your little brother and now I ‘m paying for