Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 134 hosted this week by the incredibly talented poet and my friend Shay!
Come join us!
What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at
which he holds it. ~Ezra Pound
The Soul of a Poet,
Lately I have been thinking a lot about life and of death
pondering upon what is held between every sigh and final
breath
Is it the caged canary or the crow with broken wings
that carries the greatest misery
and holds the deepest sting?
there in the asking poetry surrounds me inked in the color
of night
it stains my heart and hands and then fills my truest sight
I long to find answers so I reach out with thirsty hands
and head into every
wall that blocks the place in which I stand
it is a painful journey when answers are not always found
and questions get lost between the silence and the sound
for lately I have been thinking a lot about death and of
life
and I believe all the answers are poetically before my eyes
Is it the convict or the paraplegic in a chair
that carries the greatest misery
and holds the deepest cares?
I shall ask these questions as long as I can speak
to anyone listening
to you
and you
and me.
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Crashed Cars,
hard hearts always hit us with the most force
crashing into us like cars
we end up seriously injured
while they seem untouched
yet we have the strength to heal
while they are the ones that remain stagnant
covered in the same old callous
and that is the most broken a heart can be.
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Conversations I Had with
My Husband,
You can talk till you are blue In the face
but if someone is not
listening
it is all waisted breath
and talking to walls never got anyone anywhere
except walking to the medicine cabinet for some headache
medicine
and making an appointment with a divorce attorney
turning the conversation around
from husband to
an Ex.
