Poets want everything
that you can’t buy
so please don’t be a beautiful fool
full of that deep ache
you label
either love or anxiety
confused with what your brain
tells your heart.
poets should inspire
hurt, reveal, cover up
use foundation on rhymes
but we tend to float
between lives
and we know it takes skill
shallow waters
and observation of the highest calibre.
use a gun on my thoughts
destroy the need to get in my mind
and settle for my body.
fill it up with your elbows, knees
beard, shoulders, lips
any part that the sun kisses.
sigh a bit over my drum beats
red carpet humanity
don’t be ashamed of who we are
be proud
be brilliant
in this poetic grace
only the few like us
survive.
when I left you the last time
we met
I tried hard to not look back.
don’t you find poets
look back way too often
in real life in pretend?
some questions are better
left unanswered.
there is a riot
in our minds
and hugs and kisses
to all of you
who love how words
kiss us and kill us
in unison.
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This is such an honest post Chrissy. So lovely and so impactful ! Thanks for writing and sharing it. Love.
Thank you for reading, so glad you connected 🙂
What have you done to me?’ is the right wrong question, and Christina is inviting us to think about, to live through, not its answer but the consequences of its asking.
you got it, best to not ask. thanks for understanding the poem and not the poet
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Love that one and the song and the literary references, I suck at writing haikus, I can never. I have to much to say and 5 7 5 limits me