Poetry

By

Michael T. Bee

The Promise

1 Suffering never truly leaves

2 It is only a game we play- as I turn the corner it is there waiting

3 But you, my love, I hold that scent of you within

4 If I close my eyes from the tears and smoke – in that quiet room we share

5 There i hold you calm and strong and bright

6 Forward then – on with the game – if we spill our bowl – God will drink us down!

(After watching discussion on Charlie Rose of ‘The Promise”, the story of the Armenian genocide told in parallel with a love story)

Michael T. Bee

I am involved in my community trying to bring resources to marginalized to improve their lives. I am a husband, father, and grandfather. I write software during the day and poetry at night and into the wee hours. Poets who influence me: Emily Brönte, Dante, Emily Dickinson, Donne, Keats, Rumi, Whitman. Writers: Ray Bradbury, Brönte sisters, C.S. Lewis, Kipling, Melville, Elif Shafak.