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Author: Pelgris
An explanation of a poem
I dislike explaining something I’ve written. But, in this case, perhaps I should be clear.
Take a chance is about actually taking the chance, not about holding oneself apart. I’d rather take the full step is what it means. To have both fully embrace the possibility than to take some half measure or play some game. That means meeting in the first month. That means solid plans for what comes next. I’m a solid advocate for love. Just that if one falls, hopefully the fall is mutual and complete.
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Take a chance
Rather have the burning wreckage of what was
and failed than the hopeful possible
of what may be
Than the dream of you
Than to hold you in my arms
In sleep, in distance, and know the answer is never
Better to hold my heart inviolate
Than to fall forever
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What is most important in this world
Love is
Love is motivation and brightness and light
It is the moon in dark skys
It is the soft enveloping night
To love is to support, to lift up, to create, to desire, to burn. Love is the creation of dreams. It is the constant core. It is the relationship that renews and recreates itself. Respect and joy twine in the heart of love. Compassion and communication, commitment to the goal of each other and the path of acceptance. Flexibility in the face of change.
Love is the core of the world.
Power and lust. Greed and Anger. Lies and fear. These build nothing that last. Nothing that is worth the price of living.
Love is the storm in winter. It is the song that wakes you up. The dream that you hold in your arms. It is everything.
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Twirl slow turn
To want for wanting
A simple kiss burned through with needing
Desires unrealized for the dreaming
For who would kiss the flame
It seeks to devour
To transform self and else
But needs a fuel for burning
Having lost all truth itself
Comfort and steady
Steals the hope from our hearts
Holds just enough
Just barely
To keep one foot in front of the other
Forward is the only way to go
Complacent whispers a story of good enough
That in the night rings solemn
A mournful bell slow to wake
False ring and disappointed half smiles
Never quite forgiven
Unable to forget
Just kiss and wake me up
Slow acceptance of a beaten
Beating
Heart
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It’s time…maybe
Fine lines trace patterns across skin
Slight depressions marking path of pains gone by
Never quite forgiven
A river burst its banks
Traverse well worn paths
Forgotten in the swallowing dark
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This silence that shatters
This silence that shatters
Shivers
Nerve endings breaking
Pulse by pulse bending
To in tremor
Wake as one
In step slip unsaid
Tongue shod in
Clumsy brass
Too heavy and too sharp
Crack as glass
Pebbled sand hiss
Wrapped
Mouth and eyes
By
Silence
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Not a minute less than forever
I have not a childish need
Or teenagers lust for you
Your form
Though attractive
Is not what is sought
I’ve see you in meadow
In shade
In dappled drop
Across peaks
Down chasm
In flame and storm
Your head held high
I seek you
Not for a moments pleasure
But for a lifetime of pain
A pain born of minutes in anger or seconds without you
This grasping of nothing
This uncertainty told tale
Instead
Say yes
For you,
I’ll bend the world
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Problematic
To be many things
Torn in different directions
Not respected for the core
People don’t believe
But the world rolls in
Blindness and disbelief
Notwithstanding
Words weave but not well enough for art
Just a blind dog snuffling in the garbage for scraps
To see is to know
But the truth is rendered silent
It does not echo what you hold
In your heart
Easier to fight than to build
To break than to Mend
Though the field must be burned
Before seed will again take root
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To name a thing
Some say I am brave to love
To gamble heart and sanity
On chance and flame
Mayhap, my sight is flawed
I know myself for broken
And perhaps in breaking further
My pieces will align and I will be whole
perhaps the flame will forge me
And I will rise anew
Is it bravery to love?
Rather, I think, it necessity.
Pelgris 