An older poem. Maybe it's weird, I can't really tell anymore.
Stepping on the Cracks
Writing is like:
Trying to sing a song you've never heard
Or trying to live someone else's life,
As a picture inside their photo album
No one can help with it.
The sadness appears far away
Speedily it moves to a place inside of you
Inside the eyes, like ripe berries, of a blackbird
Inside the absence of the sister I never had
Inside the tens of thousands of unfertilized eggs
Life does not reward us for the sterile urges
The aborted plots, the miscarried plans
In the flower I just plucked
Lie all the other three thousand blooms
I ever dismembered
Breathing out as one, they plant the seed:
Watery tears and then
A bank of weeds sprouts somewhere within my brain
Privy to the common lot of flowers, and mankind,
How can I ask for more?
How can I fail to ask, for more?
Empathy rarely find articulation this inspiring! Amazing!
A wonderful inspiring write...... Pat
you're a fearless writer Patti.....
You never fail to amaze with your imagery Patti - - an exciting piece.
An amazing piece of poetry Patti....very imaginatively conceived - with some incredible imagery...you have set me thinking..I will be re-reading this poem for sure.
thought provoking and an exhilarating ride....this poem is the work of a genius mind....