In the lamplight
of a proven point
I saw
terrified words
like a boy's back turned,
rock-solid
and often staid,
make their way into the lines of your face.
And I remember reassuring so clearly
that I'm not sure if I did it at all.
Because clarity is a liar
that eliminates the grey-inbetween ways
that often hold validity
and key notes
of a final shedded melody:
You shook it off your back
like that coal-knit coat
when it started getting warm again.
It was easy to sit on my fossil-couch
and pass words
out,
hand-me-downs from my head.
But I didn't even really try to fix it,
not at all.
A contest entry
- AllPoetry Poet Laureate AWARD by poetryality.
7000 points, ended June 8, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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All too often, we skip past that which is in need of repair and ignore the fact that it is broken. Your last line places focus on that idea. Your words are triumphant, even though they shed light in the darkest areas of this life. Those areas have been disturbed because of your words. An excellent entry poet.
Thank you for taking the time to enter this challenge, and for aspiring to become the AllPoetry Poet Laureate. I wish you well in this contest and in life.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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An interesting, effective write. "But I didn't even really try to fix it ... not at all"........says a lot about so many folks on the planet. Nice job. Best wishes.
Don
aka Monk
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