inferior in quality;
worse off than any
standard issued,
truck stop variety,
toilet paper
ever known
to the elite
upper-tier
of high society;
translucent scratchiness--
leaving dampened fingertips
and a lingering film
of urine and god knows
what else;
yet Soul replies in song--
a melody of recognition
for treasures
once misunderstood:
the freedom of knowing
peace inside this skin;
the wisdom of humility
and right-sized living;
the paradox of growth’s
potential unleashed
only in the clamor of confusion;
in the decay of desperation;
yet Soul sings--
replies to things in life
bought and paid for
without the aid
of deep pockets
or shadows
above a crib
and the Harmony stays-----
carries the tune--
infallible.
Author notes
The full title is actually:
go ahead-- let the melody tremble; grasp at straws and beat on steel drums-- we were never alone to begin with, you know;
♥
Comments
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beautiful. i love that you use toilet paper to get at the economic status of the living situation. I've never really thought about it, but the metaphor is absolutely perfect.
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oh, you...I'm so happy your back.
I miss your stuff.
this was amazing.
"the freedom of knowing
peace inside this skin;"
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And you say you missed MY writing. I read this once, and then saw the full title, and loved it even more the second time.
a great piece.
i've actually been trying to get back in to writing, it helps put away my bad feelings at the end of the day.
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