She stood at the edge of her understanding
Imprisoning her words in daily duties
enslaving her creativity to build only stone pyramids of boring work documentation and the occasional colorful wall hanging
He attempted to nudge her
Push her over the brink
Kick her down into the hole of 300
This is Sparta!
but don’t shoot the messenger and what not
Arguing with her logic to let my people go
Like Moses and staff parting the red sea
He traveled long and far
down old unnamed country roads
all of which she knew so well
traversed so easily
He promised to be her emancipator
Picketed and boycotted for her freedom
Petitioned the universe for her pardon
A stay of execution
You lose it if you don’t use it
He couldn’t wait to read her words
It excited him more than her nude form
because in words you’re truly naked
Fully unclothed
No skin, no sound, no fabric
Only thoughts
written down
immortalized
cherished
understood only by their intended targets
comprehended only by their inspired minds
Words create action and she was afraid of the waves
But I continued to nudge her
Right over the edge
Hopefully head first
Down into the sea
Wondering if she’d fly
Thinking maybe she’ll swim
Knowing she’ll feel much better
Once she finally takes that leap.
YOU ARE READING
Daybreak and Dreamscapes
PoetryDaybreak and Dreamscapes is a collection of poetry written by me from 1996 until present. Most are freestyle collections written at the most ungodly hours of the day while others are concentrated works of sheer artistic precision. All are enjoyable...
