lifeguard
duty
would
I rather be
a
damning truth
or
a sweet lie
given
the choice
I'd
rather not
have
to decide
based
on magnetic
and
chemical residences
in
realms of attraction
just
to bloom a forever
in
your eyes
this
doesn't guarantee
the
certainty of anything
but
what we chained to time
and
to what surmise
the
surprises
in
the reprises of our
stepping
back to leap forward
towards
where my will
always
crawls to
like
the tides
making
finger languages
in
the sands
that
capture demands
I've
placed in the slow erase
of
my insistence
for
permanence in
the
comforts of rust
I
must
I
must
trust
someone again
or
I'll just stay
swimming
the
doggie paddle
to
the end
EJR
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making finger languages
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that capture demands
nice...love the beats in your piece...and your summation as well in needing to learn trust again...nice piece man
Yes, we all get into those things of treading water (circles usually). Well expressed K.
ReplyDeleteHi Ed! my comment seems to have been eaten (or under moderation)! Just said that you write so well of that phenomenon of treading water (in circles)! Well done. k.
ReplyDeleteWell living at the beach I can attest to the permanence of(and I suppose for some there might be some comfort in)rust. Trusting twice isn't easy, probably not made easier in shifting sands. Age draws time and tides around us though and life wasn't meant to be spent grieving alone. Swim in and cruise the beach. The pickin's are pretty good.
ReplyDeleteInteresting write!
'of my insistence
ReplyDeletefor permanence in
the comforts of rust'
This was striking, well said.