Sunday, June 19, 2016
begin.
if I begin writing
poems for you, in the
endless string of moments
lurking in between,
while I stealthily
manipulate pessimism
while I attempt to pacify
the resuscitation of a
recovering and
abandoned, but ever
hopeful seer
in the moments we will
inevitably collide, two
worlds pressing closer than skin
if I am willing to say to you
what you are, instead
of what you are not.
when I begin writing
poems for you, will
you let the phrases
speak on my behalf,
pulling my face closer
by my hair, and taste the words
in my open mouth
© 6.19.2016 heather brager
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People tend to avoid playing "what if" as if it was a plague, because they fear the news is not good. In this case, however, whoever this is written to would, no doubt, cross a swinging bridge over a canyon, blind folded, for the hope of what waits on the other side. That is a given.
ReplyDeletePeople tend to avoid playing "what if" as if it was a plague, because they fear the news is not good. In this case, however, whoever this is written to would, no doubt, cross a swinging bridge over a canyon, blind folded, for the hope of what waits on the other side. That is a given.
ReplyDeleteDeep and when a writer , poet ,artist is moved to write it is rhe very breath taken
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