Like flowers crack open
the hearts of seeds,
love cracks open the heart!
Who says beauty and suffering
are antithetical!
All the doorways to wisdom
that ever
cracked open,
growing up,
would I ever forget the pain?
The rain
when it falls upon the cracked skin
of a scorched earth,
the vapours that rise!
The burns caused by passing clouds!
The courage,
the nerve,
the strength it takes,
to love the river,
or the mountains,
the beloved who's everything but home!
The most natural of all loves,
aren't ever the easiest!
Are they?
The blisters I got
walking barefeet,
on a path that ends
right before where you stand!
The insufferable glory of the dawn of love
when all around is crumbling to dust,
and you struggle to keep it together,
all, everything
that you've worked so hard to create,
while your heart is bursting open
at the seams,
shattering into a million splinters,
that tear through every layer
of your being,
defeated and tired and bleeding inside,
so much that you can actually smell the blood,
and the houses burning,
and taste the smoke
on your bloodied lips,
and you can hear
the chains rattle,
the bells tolling upon pronouncement,
the gallows creaking to erection,
.. and all the names you'd be called!
So much for the beauty of the dawn of love!
And to know
that pain doesn't fly away on the wings of time,
like you were told!
If pain and helplessness
and dust and smoke and blood
is all anti-poetry,
so is love!
September the 8th, 2023
No comments:
Post a Comment