Community Poem #2
HART Rock Poetry and Open Mic – May 2011
Ruminate, marinate, percolate poems!
To do this, one must look from the inside out
…And from the future to your past.
Like a ray of setting sun sweeping east to west
A midwife live here
And in the reflection of her mirror
Suns tore back storm’s drapes
Snapping turtle hides under the cattails
Kinda dark down here – feels like a jail
At least we’re not constricted by dactylic hexameter
So we let words flow like sweet nectar from our fingers
And catch their meanings from the breezes
Gently whispering soft encouragement
Will that is if he could speak
He would never know what to say
So, read his mind. You’ll be right.
Right, that is, if you’re certain to be wrong
If you are certain, you must be wrong, right?
Perhaps that rule is right until I hold on to it with all my might
Holding on is sometimes all we can do
As the storms blow through
We listen to the magic of rebirth
And we wonder about all the things that are to come
But let it go to breathe, breathe this
Breath of peace, oxygen of hope
We are all that and more to one another
Freedom is irresistible, but I do not touch
I refrain from his glorious splendor.
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