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A Different Kind of Attention (a Poem)

Every Thursday I share a poem with you that I love, or one I’ve written. This is one I wrote for a friend recently who mentioned he felt like a failure. It’s called A Different Kind of Attention. I hope you enjoy.

A Different Kind of Attention

When you wake up one morning and
everything you have ever loved
has left you.

When there are sirens shrieking
outside and no one lying
next to you
to say goodnight.

When all you can do is spin and swirl
another glass of whiskey,
or wine. When the

light on your phone
is yet another message
from home—

what have you
done wrong
this time?


Pay a different kind of attention.

Still your heart.
Calm your mind.
Take one deep breath in
and then out, and then in

Do that
five hundred

Until all you hear

Come alive, my love
to what is infinite
within you, to

what you saw that night
when you held my hand
and looked into my eyes.
That light

shining back to you
from your dark past, from
your bright future.

Do you remember?

It is not that

you can achieve world peace or
make everyone happy
or even
bring your love back


You can’t. We can
both stop
so hard

but somewhere, there
is a bright light
to bend this dim path.

Not far. Not out there
in the distance, but
close. So close.

I saw it in you.
I held your chin.
I wiped your eyes.

I told you
to look up.

Unearth that treasure,
my love. Unbind it.
Unfurl it.

What a precious,
hidden and beautiful

you have been hiding all this time.


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Allison Fallon

I write books. I help people write books. I believe a regular practice of writing can change your life.

2 thoughts on “A Different Kind of Attention (a Poem)”

  1. “What a precious,
    hidden and beautiful

    you have been hiding all this time.”

    Short, crisp, vivid images of sorrow, with hope and promise at the end.
    Keep your Thursdays for poetry. Your poetry is like a salad without the dressing, nuts, and raisens. We could use more lettuce and spinach in our life. And, maybe a sweet potato or two.

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