Half-hearted

Ours was less an Arab Spring
and more a half-hearted coup d'état.
There was no immolation,
no burning desire on your part;
no passion in the streets of you.

You stole in at night
through a window I'd left open,
a crack in my need
for something more than mere
existence.  From me there was
no resistance.

I let you lead, and followed blindly;
my voice I raised on your behalf
against all that I had known before.
Your words, your whispers
alone could incite me to storm
against the strongest walls.

Now, as summer comes and
this sectarian affair, this spring uprising
that we called us has ended,
I sweep the streets of our debris
and wander down the empty avenues
of you, half-hearted.

6/5/14

Reviews

[LJW]

I'm loving this.

half hearted coup d'ètat
storm against the strongest walls
this spring uprising that we called us

And especially:

wander down the empty streets of you


Oh what can happen when we leave our window open a crack.
Eternally understood with an intelligent and unique expressiveness.

Nice work.

[Rick r]

Thanks much, LJ. I appreciate your read and comment.
rick

[Patricia]

This is so sad and painful and brought back some memories, it could have been my heart you were writing of, so I am sure others will relate as well. I really love this one and a new favorite. :)

[Rick r]

Thanks, Patricia.
rick

[W.k.kortas]

Wonderful mix of wistfulness and strong well-executed metaphor; it's tightly drawn without being an academic set piece. Very fine piece of writing.

[Rick r]

Thank you, as always.
rick