How sensitive are your ears? Can they hear the drops of tears?
You can hear the falling of the rain, why can't you hear the splash of pain?
How well can you see? Can you discern building clouds of misery?
You can notice the forming of a storm, why can't you see happiness' face deform?
What of touch, soft rabbit fur in the hutch, can you feel its fear to heal?
You know when your heart is broken, do you experience the tongue lash of a word ill spoken
And smell? Deteriorating relationships, can your nose tell?
So easy, sweet fragrance of the rose, what of mold in an unfaithful bed that grows?
Have you ever tasted poor self esteem or the flavor of a broken dream?
The bitterness of hate or sour regret at being too late
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A beautiful reminder of empathy, unfortunately not everyone has this life tool, putting ones feet in the shoes of another to really see and feel is a true gift and life lesson, to those who acknowledge the world of another human. 🌹
Thank you my friend for the read and understanding words. Yes in this busy world the distractions keep us from seeing many of these things.
That is a regret that strikes hard and lasts an eternity.🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks Cryptic for your continual reads of these passing thoughts of mine. It is most appreciated and valued
Passing thoughts have their sheen... like the slanting light late in the day... while others go to happy hour some listen the the day\'s last word; as we have here. 🕊️🙏🏻
Empathy is what makes us good human beings and what makes life worth living.Take that away and we have Hitler and the gas chambers.Wonderful poem raising the ultimate questions about sympathy.
Thank you David it is interesting to me that in years of working with many that lack empathy toward humans they often have it toward certain chosen animals. I have always wondered why. Hitler was particularly fond of his pet German Shepard Blondi. I appreciate your patience with my ramblings and read and comment on this poem
Your words weave raw emotion so deep,
a mirror to souls that ache and weep.
Thank you so much Mottakeenur for your review and kind words of support they are always most welcome and appreciated
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This is a powerful exploration of empathy, questioning the sensitivity of our senses to the emotional pain and struggles of others..
It highlights the importance of being attuned to others' emotional pain. Well done!!!
I thank you Salvia for your review and understanding interpretation of this piece it is most welcome and appreciated
Well written,Soren,At times, I'm very guilty of lacking empathy; I catch myself after the fact, and it's not acceptable, yet I do it; I'm just as guilty as others.
Your poem "Empathy" explores the importance of emotional sensitivity and awareness in understanding the pain and struggles of others. It prompts readers to reflect on their ability to perceive the suffering around them and cultivate a deeper sense of empathy. You seem to revolve around sensory experiences—hearing, seeing, touching, smelling, and tasting—as metaphors for emotional awareness. The poem contrasts the beauty of positive experiences with the often overlooked or ignored pain and suffering that people endure. Your poem aims to inspire readers to cultivate empathy and to become more attuned to the emotional experiences of those around them, prompting a deeper understanding of shared human struggles.
Thank you Friendship for your read of this work and for your understanding interpretation of its meaning it is always most appreciated and valued
A lovely write around the subject so lacking these days, genuine empathy towards living things. The one good thing that ever came out of my childhood is I have always cared and had empathy for other's, especially those less fortunate. Have never understood the justification of some people's lack of empathy to others due their childhood, it should make you care because you understand and have been there, if I didn't have empathy I could be a mass murderer and justify it on my past. Well needed and meaning write
Thank you Tobani your reads and kind words are always most appreciated and highly anticipated. A poet without empathy is but a dictionary with no feeling.
You are very welcome
“Can they hear the drops of tears?...” Tears are the product of suffering. The cause of the suffering might be loud, but tears themselves are noiseless...
Similarly in the next line, there is the splash of pain. Both tears and pain are the product of suffering.
“the flavor of a broken dream?...” “ this is sure a poetic way to describe the characteristic of a dream.
“I like walking in the rain, because nobody can see my tears.”
--Charlie Chaplin (1889-1977)
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Thanks so much Soman for the review and comment it is most appreciated
Good write SB. I heard that pin drop!
Thanks Orchi appreciate it. You must have good hearing.
Wonderful words soren, we just need to be aware of all that you have mentioned and try and deal with ot in a positive and kind manner.
Andy
Thank you Gold for your review and supportive and encouraging words.
I like this piece. We should all have empathy for others. Empathy lets people know that they are not alone in their pain. Keep writing.
Persistence is key
Thank you so much for the review and for your most kind words of support they are appreciated
Really good wording and touches the heart. Keep it up, mini edgar allen poe!
Thank you so much for your read and most kind words of encouragement they are deeply valued
Your welcome
wow, beautifully written - the pain and frustration just speak for themselves - well done
Thank you so much Nafisa for your read and most kind words of encouraging support they are most helpful
the poem demands the response - thanks for sharing - waiting for many more
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