The other’s flaws are not your solution
for the punishment you claim
you wave in the air
the cause of your ugly effect
like an angry picketer
justified and frightened
of tomorrow’s repeat
held tightly like a lover’s sweet and sour revenge
bitter tastes like your only living sense
so you choke it down
because you think it’s real
something to feel
you fill the spaces between the rants
with anything that stops the chance
the world isn’t such an ugly place
you turn your face
away from the gaps unexplained
between the pains held close and familiar
twisting skyward when Earth beseeches from below
with indescribable beauty
currents and rivers of love calling your name
your ears plugged with the same and the same
when the moment is plain
and time stops for the sound of the rain
will you take the time to listen, too
can you feel the end of the road
is not the end of the line
but a different story
told to a different time
the meter you’ve missed
the beauty of maybe I’m wrong
maybe I’m wrong
and sweetness rises like an inconceivable dawn
where living is living like breathing and moving
like a butterfly’s first breath, like a wonderful death
like a different day
your choice is a way to change
and you realize
your pain is your own
the other’s flaws are not your solution
*****
Peace,
Anton Elohan Byers
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FLOW is the word that came to mind while reading your beautifully written poem and afterward as well.
ReplyDeleteTo move or run smoothly with unbroken continuity, as in the manner characteristic of a fluid.
b. To issue in a stream; pour forth:
2. To circulate, as the blood in the body.
3. To move with a continual shifting of the component particles.
4. To proceed steadily and easily:
5. To exhibit a smooth or graceful continuity: The poem's cadence flowed gracefully.
6. To hang loosely and gracefully
7. To rise. Used of the tide.
8. To arise; derive
Flow...
Lovely - - - like the river.
The gypsy mermaid