Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BelovedDreamer, Aug 24, 2007.

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Forgive me if I act the fool.
    It’s just a way of coping.
    My stomach lurches,
    there never are enough words to be precise.
    Let’s try this one more time.
    If aging is just learning to feel less
    then I don’t want this.
    There’s really no accurate way
    to put a whole species’ worth of confusion
    into one sentence.
    You reach out so blindly
    but I don’t know how to speak,
    one person can’t be another’s answer.
    I say “42”
    but I mean “I don’t know”.
    How can it be harder to be soft
    than to be hard?
    I just don’t know.
    Surely it’s not easy for any involved.
    You hone yourself to an edge
    rewrite reality
    and wish crab grass on the other side of the fence.
    The hard little bit inside me
    rattles around
    knocks imperiously against the soft shell—
    I’m an inside-out snail.
    We both fail
    trailing our litany of relationships,
    of conversations never had,
    lies we didn’t realize we were telling,
    we’d call it inevitable if we heard ourselves speaking
    but our lips don’t move
    so we can pretend at silence,
    just another teaspoon of perjured sighs
    for a bucket of statistics.
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearly Beloved, you are a genius! How do you manage to put into such beautiful words what I so often feel?? Whatever, I love you and hope you are as well as can be expected, if not better.

    love and hugs, least xoxoxox
  3. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Love right back at you Least. Your responses mean the world to me.
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