Allegorical, metaphorical or literal - that is the question? I'm going to go with all three. When I do, well there's no turning back, is there? I'm going to go with the thought that there's a little bit of truth in each path and leave it at that. You do good work, Xavier.
'frozen bird'
m.s.early,
Pure from the inner place the heart.
Giving way to rawness, nothing else to do.
All that is left is to process reality. To give in.
'Stiffened wings, eyes black and cold.'
The fall the loss;
'splintered bones
clicked the concrete'
Faced with a new phase-season;
'I'm still staring
at my empty hands'
To much loss all around. This was good one
for me to read. Thank you.
Blessings,
Kathy
Allegorical, metaphorical or literal - that is the question? I'm going to go with all three. When I do, well there's no turning back, is there? I'm going to go with the thought that there's a little bit of truth in each path and leave it at that. You do good work, Xavier.
This is a sad image. tears rise in steam i'm still staring at my empty hands. Those end lines stir up the feeling of hopelessness one feels when they know its over and they never had a chance to even help. This is a moving poem from you.
"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."
-Salman Rushdie more..