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
mindlovemisery 
Love the poem and also went and checked out its sister piece, so to speak! Both leave much to ponder!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much Helen =)
I liked the idea of oppressive immortality which causes death all around and yet it goes on… there are storms but not death.
Interesting write. Well-penned.
Thank you so much
Beautiful and Amazing!
Thanks!
Beautifully expressed Yves, I do like ‘we don’t want happiness everlasting but pasion’ how true for all of us. Happiness come sin installments you have to recognised them as they go past, but passion can be the way you live every day.
Thanks Michael!
Okay Michael pinched my words damn it! ;-( 😉
Hehe Michael is a clever one
I’ll slap him lol 😉 x
lol
I just came to look at the nice picture. HeHe
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first two lines of the second stanza as well…i dont know that i would want immortality for that reason….watching everything you love die around you….
I know me either
How beautifully your narrator stands in the stream of time imagining all moving, all changing but she! Unchange as a state of being, as the whole show rather than a brief respite reminds me of Sartre’s play NO EXIT, a boredom and exposure unfathomable. Constant passion/change could also be stultifying. But give me the ups and downs, light to show off the dark and vice versa, and I will know how to recognize my happiness. I enjoyed the sister piece to this poem as well. But for me this poem is a masterpiece and I am putting it in my file of poems I would prefer not to live without.
Oh Susan that is such a tremendous compliment wow
This is perfect poetry. There is something oppressive about immortality and a sky which remains unbroken for too long. Your words are beautiful.
Thank you Lisa your words mean so much to me