Tempted
to not
even bother
with this
fucked up
piece
of paper
in a spiral
that should
be new and fresh
Now the whiteness
of the page
is splotched
with the irreparable
stain of ink
as I scratch out
a few pages
and yet
no poem
has risen
in its ashes
to occupy
the page
That is
truly
a living tragedy
we must
all bear
upon our shoulders
In this highly meaningful
In this highly meaningful poem you speak for all of us. What a relatable metaphor: the demoralizing "stain of ink", the "living tragedy" that seems to block the entry of hope and inspiration.
But what is unsaid still glistens through. You were tempted to give up, but didn't, and the implication is that positive change can happen if we all, as a whole, bear the burden. Brilliant commentary.
thank you. Always looking
thank you. Always looking for ways to turn darkness into light.
Chuckle Chuckle
I lean left when I write
there is no better angle
underneath lava flow
signifying change
in a world motivated
by fear.
.
No page remains empty
for long. The end cometh
and like Cassandra, I speak
to those who can never
hear me. The gods of greed
will not share. We sing
anyway.
.
Lady A
.
Cassandra Wilson is a great
Cassandra Wilson is a great singer