Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

intent

Life is lived moving forward

but we only understand looking back

If I looked back from the future, I know what I'd see: your love surrounding me with a fierce light of protection

a soft blanket of gentle cushioning balance of support and admiration

It held me up in my darkening despair and led me through

to the other side, where I made it

 

It does me no good

to deny the brightness of the light

your artistry makes my heart shine out loud until it bursts into song someone else is singing

 

 

oh i am letting you go

i (have) let you go

make no mistake

you have shrunken in my estimation as you shack up with music as I have stood up even taller

that is the sad aspect i mourn

 

to make the music, to be a writer of songs, words and sounds combines just so they cause others to dance, laugh, cry, love, be moved, increase understanding

 

i just have not replaced you

a poem will come that allows me that power perhaps

ah to summon the words that could finally write the way to see where my joy lies

   if it's not in touching you

                  terrible trembling completiing pleasure

 

You touch me so deeply

You say I am welcome to my perspective 

words that cut far beyond all the rest, which is  (has been) substantial cutting

beyond being embarrassed; ashamed; humiliated

too forward; too slutty; too hyocritical

too foolish

making up stories and then believing them

 

Because I crave learning always, see, 

quest for understanding,

                     make me better, wiser, kinder, smarter, more loving, more knowing, more pretty inside out

 

Now I am forced to wander in wonder instead

 

Yes I said I'd teach you to love all parts of you

                  HA! I already DO!!, you would say, of course you would

I can see the quality of parenting, grandparenting and siblinging that proudly poured into you

 

What I (meant) was

what another said so beautifully:

                                                  How bold one is

                                  When one is certain of being loved.

That's all I (meant).

You (would have) been so sure of high regard and esteem, fellowship and loyalty and treasure

pleasure and pride and prancing and

so much poetry

 

I write in (past tense) to summon the power to see

     where else my joy lies.

 

 

Perhaps on a boat

🌷(5)

◄ Hills

Tale Me ►

Comments

Pinnochio

Mon 30th Dec 2024 20:22

I'd love to know the inspiration behind this. The depth of this is frighteningly familiar. Stunning 🙌

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message