It was not asked for
but accepted
Peculiar preconditions
Delicate dispositions
Such senseless states
Tending us toward
Seasonal psychosis
and teeter-tottering tendancies
To those blessed accursed ones...twos... seven thousands
Unaccounted for
Bound beyond margins becoming
The spines of hard backed
History books
This is for those who see
Differently
Whose knees bounce
Ardently
Keeping time with
The movements
and music
Of their mind
Let these lines be an ode
To those
Whose hands and hearts
Make the beauty we only dream about
Whose lives are like
Broad daylight
and its under appreciated honesty
From those of us who
Know we've known
Only half-lives and lies
We thank you.
2 comments:
I am so thankful that I get to read so much of your work now....for the little truths it speaks and for the ways in which it sometimes throws truth out the window for better things and ways of seeing life.
I hope the weekend with Piero was good. That sounds like a sitcom title, no?
you're welcome. ;)
thanks for sharing this. i'm learning to read poetry.
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