Sometimes we expose our softness
reveling in sensations
joyful, light, full of promise
and we get beaten to shit
hammered and cut and ruined
So we create a shell like an animal
doing everything to hold something
tender inside
while bruised like unwanted fruit
we become hard to all outside
letting peripheral hurts be deflected
If we’re lucky, something soft remains
letting in light and love
laughing in the face of anguish
pissing in the stream of tears
We write hard and talk hard
and maybe even live hard
but inside
we retain the softness
the precious that we entered with
we may take with us always
Visit Yareah while surfing today, net friends. Oh, and a poem of mine is there too.
http://yareah.com/2013/10/2295-memories-lingering-goodbye-word-rummager/
Acclaim
They had their roles to play
with no understudies they were pressed to perform
no matter the circumstances
The dancer with a sore toe
The singer gargling warm saline
The writer with a broken pencil
All had to carry on
finding new ways
to perform without conforming
to express without regressing
to satisfy without feeling sated
When the lights dimmed
critics would come out of their slouch
and pick and mangle and scoff
since they were unable to do more
The roles would be filled again
by new artists the next day
and those with acclaim as well as not
would all be forgotten just the same
pay attention
let me in
please don’t say no
I hear that word enough
no, you’re too this or too that
for once just let it be enough
I know there’s too much
buried down deep
it’s just been tapped
and holy shit, somebody
should pay attention
to the scrawl that’s emerging
I suspect it will be of interest
to those who like connecting dots
and solving puzzles
I’m not quite sure about the outcome
the puzzle’s picture is still vague to me
the journey will be a bit lonely
but never dull
so let me in
be the one who says yes
whiling away the time
Where have the days gone
slipping by so quietly
a cacophony of sights
a barrage of textures
my wits have been stretched thin
I’m so taut
I may erupt forth
like an arrow on fire
It seems as though we laughed
yesterday
but it’s been eons
since anything real has seen light
if you touch me I may burst
just the thought of your smile
and your deep eyes
all sinking into me
like the sun’s rays
melting me
I’m ready to fit a new mold
one freshly hewn by your hands
my old shell has cracked
I may not ever be whole again
but I will be enough
to hold
any any parts of me that escape
were not meant to be kept
whiling away the time
we’ll explore anew
our favorite places
and taste of old times again
The Word Rummager 