Path please. a poem by (me!) sandra, tvgp
excuse me,
- pardon me sir,
but can you please help me find the way to
your heart?
tell me where i might start
-from here:
do i go left? or do i go write?
is it camouflaged; & hiding in plain sight? is it?
or am i just so tired and parched -the whole thing is just a mirage
and i need a good hallucination in order to find & lodge
- or, ... is it ~real
this loving place that b r ea ks and heals
and br e aks and heals
and bra K e s and heals.
-from here:
do i need a car? or can i walk?
do i need a key? or is the gate unlocked?
is it really big and easy to find?
is there even room for me?
or is there a big, long, long, line?
and from the back you cannot see.
i was told
sharing secrets
would guide me near
and then, but
unsecreting secrets is a thing to fear
-and FEAR! i've been told by spectators
makes the distance ever greater
quite frankly, i'm tired. i'm lost. and confused.
feels like all my reserve tanks are empty from use
from here:
-should i turn back in defeat?
or is there ~anyone~ who has already been there
that i can meet?
is there a short/cut; a fire trail; a bridge; a pass?
or is this territory uncharted? -no one has passed?
oh! what i wouldnt give to be, - first! only! and last!
how? do i get to your heart from
write
-here.
am i anywhere near?
is there something im supposed to do? or to say?
-how many obstacles stand in my way?
i want to get to your heart as fast as i can...
i want to know, and to own;
or at least.. -to just touch it.
ive been told it's rare and fragile as an orchid flower
and ive got such a strong urge to pluck it
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