Transformation
Absorbed, they tempt me
Threaten to cloud clearer thoughts
Inciting anger, distaste, irritation
Laboriously, I wash them
In a sea of fond memories
of Love, Happiness and Tender Moments
Until they dissolve to nothingness
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
how many rose petals can i eat before i throw up
how many thorns can i step on before i bleed enough to stop
when will I learn
how can I learn
does love make you blind
or the need to be loved
is love the giving of attention
or the basking in it
how many times can you love or be loved before despair takes root
how can I tell
when it really hurts
or when I’m only lonely
when I’m needing you
or just needing any body
Someone tell me
Please
I guard my little patch of life.
My friend, my lover, my siblings
My parents.
My home, my business, my cheque-book
Me.
Days filled with the superficial,
Petty loves, petty lies, petty losses,
Petty life.
Infinite minutiae imperfectly saturates
Time.
Am I
Relative, subjective, indefinable,
Goodness.
Or only
I Am
Clear daylight
Through an open window,
Fresh Breeze
In newly awake lungs
Waking optimism,
Insurmountable problems
Shrink overnight
Into laughably minor molehills
Breakfast with loved ones
Gleaming, robust life
Sparkles invitingly,
Teeming cells of innocent energy
Then, the late train
Jostling, angry, indifferent commuters
Diesel fumes and stale air
Uncomfortable doubt
Empty office coffeepots
Server down, staplers stolen
And suddenly, the Light
Drops.