Lustinian Ghita
1
When hair falls it’s soundless
And in this case the source is
Unwarranted and in this case
The source is inhumane
The sound of your fists
Like the slamming of a door
Never intended for passage
I must have loved myself
Less than the vacancy it takes
To knowingly let the devil in
2
Your lips move as paper
As the migration of origami cranes
Through a cyclone and
Everything you say echos
Like the execution
Of an infinite detour
3
If there were a vaccination
To preclude my existence
Would I consciously deliver it?
When magnified even saints
Look distorted and from that vantage point
Who can rightly say what I am?
4
In your sobbing breath
A whole choir of angels
Summons the guiltless dead
I have never been enough
Though to look at you
Looking so intently at me
Suggests that I could be
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Since I did the 20 minute challenge the other day I just did a 10 minute challenge (everyone was at home trying to get my attention so it didn’t go so well haha)
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I just did the ten-minute “like” challenge and succeeded! Glad I was awake for this one.
Thanks so much Jeff! What is the 10 minute like challenge?
Heh heh. I liked your comment within ten minutes of you posting it. I just made that challenge up.
Oh lol
You did pretty well to me Yves.
Thanks Michael!
“I have never been enough” sort of sums up how it feels some days.
A lot of days for me really
Pretty awesome for 10 minutes!
It was easier the first time because I was alone but the second time I had my daughter and hubbie next to me vying for my attention and it was significantly harder to concentrate
I think you did a really good job, regardless 🙂
Awww thank you XD
dam….loving myself less than letting the evil end…the end of that first one….spot on as far as truth goes….happens to many…and the belief to have never been enough….
Thanks Brian I knew you’d understand what I meant there
Well done!
Thanks!
Wonderful poem. The best of life is within us!
Thanks Leovi =)
Well, enough – just fine. Distractions come in all shapes and sizes. 😉
Your verse about angels close up reminds me of the story of the four blind men trying to describe an elephant. Each one only feeling an ear, trunk, leg and tail… not the whole picture at all.
September will be fun with a whole month of prompts from Quickly that I’ll post on my long verse site. If I can keep up! 🙂
This was such a wonderful series of poems — each so powerful and evocative in words, calling images to my mind that resonate in my spirit. I couldn’t possibly choose one over another, as each echoes from the previous – and yet, there is undeniable strength within each, in its own way. Simply amazing what some of you poets can create in such short time spans. 🙂
Awww thank you that means so much coming from you =)