1
She is a coal miner’s daughter
Raised with the expectation
Of a stoically borne tragedy
She is the accoutrement of a cage
Clasped irrespective of occasion
I carry her, a pale, tremulous fist
Aggrieved by the imperatives of war
2
There is something inconsolable about immortality
The way it accelerates the death of all we hold dear
There is something oppressive about the sky
When it remains too long unbroken
There are storms of necessity and clouds
Full of hormonal surges and silver tinged hopes
We do not want happiness everlasting but passion
This moment full of unexpressed gratitude
Is not an intermission it is and ever will be the truth
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This poem actually accompanies the monster post I wrote today for my other site Curious Flowers
http://curiousflowers.wordpress.com/
Which I called The Happiness Game basically it is me trying to process
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