Weaker than Water

"In the world, there is nothing more submissive and weak than water. Yet for attacking that which is hard and strong, nothing can surpass it." –Lao Tzu

Blue Child: A Civil War Poem


Never had it occurred to me

your tears would look like mine,

here, your thin, body bent across my porch,

face a pot burnt in the fire,

agitated by flame, blaze

striking out and up to squelch each drop

wetly disrupting its burn.  No, I

did not think I would meet at my door

North soldier, dark soldier,

tired as resigning day, that I’d recognize

that sinful sadness, the one that has eaten

our good years gone, the ever-smolder

of embers and anger, built by coal

and smoke and iron and labor,

raked daily of expendable ashes,

making room for another night’s

meal.  I did not know I would see you,

my younger, freer self, that I would ever

look in your expiring eyes, the eyes

I should see as my enemy’s,

that all I would see is a crying child,

wearing the burden of blue.


This poem first appeared in my book, Poems from the Battlefield

Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt

Copyright June, 2009


Author: All Things Writing, LLC

Katherine Gotthardt is CEO of All Things Writing, LLC, a full-service content development and content marketing company. A published writer and seasoned educator, Katherine leads a team of professionals on a mission to make clients shine online and in print.

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