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Honoring National Poetry Day, I share a piece I hold deep in my personal collection...
Heavy, the weight!
Restriction, restraint!
I've never had a soul break me with a touch
So, unwavering, naively, I grasp tight, the crutch...
But feeling so much, with every waking breath
Leaves a heart dangling, reaching full breadth
Out to be felt once, just as my
hands do caress
...your...
Soul is boundless, yet a boundary obstructs:
This barrier built by fear and distrust.
My mind quakes at the thought of your hand
placed into mine, sparks fly as they can,
So I abstain, terrified, from a forward advance;
Avoid ending construction to our stunning edifice.
Yet a touch is so far
As your hands seem barred
From feeling the way mine do.
With just a brush of you,
What shimmers is gold, it's true!
So who am I
To tell myself yes,
Looking at a distance,
Disparaged and undressed,
As you keep your beautiful hands to your chest?
Just let me in, oh,
Please let me know...
Did the players disband
before
the beginning of the show?
OH what an prologue,
OH what a blast!
The sand at ground zero, sublimed; hardened glass…
Such a beautiful destruction of norms held in masse!
Yet the sand settles
Clearing the air,
The mind begins to meddle
About possible despair!
Clear though the view may be now!
Cluttered is the mind, drowned in doubt!
Rocked by the Shockwave of beauty incompared,
I was left blind to time leaving your interest impaired!
As mine flew higher than the thunderous plume,
Desire of yours, once strong, met its doom!
So who am I
To tell myself yes,
Looking at a distance,
Disparaged and undressed,
As you keep your beautiful hands to your chest?
Just let me in, oh,
Please let me know...
Did the players disband
before
the beginning of the show?
The last time we met,
a day with no regret,
Clarity, true, stole the stage.
No words were spoken
As my heart, forever broken
Was ready, once again, for the test
Of willingly turning the page…
Closing the case, parallels left the rest,
As you flew again away
And I settled in my cage!
So who was I
To hint myself yes,
Looking at a distance,
Optimistic and impressed,
As you give your beautiful soul to those blessed?
I should have been, oh,
Should have known...
Whole self has no time to amend
before
the beginning of the show.
About the Creator
Will Sheffield
Poet, pianist, performer, political enthusiast; always searching for the right profession to support my passions. Work hard, play harder; but don't forget to take notes about it along the way.
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