The sun crumbles beneath
Freshly laundered clouds
As the detritus of a penalty
That cannot be rightly upheld.
There is a texture to my heart
Though I am neither old
Nor recently serviced.
It is as plausible as bark
A kind of porous exoskeleton
That both guards and permits.
*
I am valuable.
I do not have to earn the right
To be loved or to exist
Though my sensibilities
Are given often to coercion.
*
Perhaps I am magenta
Blinking, unreal
A gift without sender
A kind of philanthropic camera
That holds an image
Only so long as it serves
To communicate
Something larger than its own
Credulous stance.
For
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I am not managing my time that well yet. I am managing school, necessities, and cleaning pretty well but I am still trying to find a way to get in exercise and blogging/writing. I did manage to squeeze in a little something for today!
The poem in whole is wonderful and I esp like these two lines:
“The sun crumbles beneath Freshly laundered clouds”
“I do not have to earn the right To be loved or to exist”
so powerful….that one stanza on how valuable you are…even when we tell ourselves others…we do not need to earn the right to be loved….smiles.
Thank you so much Brian for your incredibly kind words
I like the way you have placed the words, and those you have written around them: A kind of philanthropic camera; freshly laundered clouds for example.
You’re still settling into your new routine. School adds a whole new dimension to your life.
Take good care — write when you can.
Thank you so much!!!
As usual Yves excellent imagery within your words. A new ‘life’ brings new demands and understandably it will take time for you to get a handle on all that is happening. Good luck with it all.
Thank you for your encouraging words. Though I am fumbling a lot I am proud of myself. I have actually spoken with the girls in my class socially, in a group! For me that is huge since I generally can only manage to speak to one person at a time if that