Clarity Begins at Home (w/ Laura Doom) by Anita MacI look to the north
with a gaze I know you feel
through walls of concrete and brick
over miles of hills and highway,
to catch a first and teary glimpse
as you fade away.
New horizons fold
like hopeless hands, mistakes
driven through the heart
of bloodless lands.
Your wish is my regret, a distance
ruled by reprimand, an orphaned child
displacing blind ambition.
Perhaps I did not
flaunt my existence enough;
that might have changed the thing itself.
Perhaps I am
just a thing of the seasons;
isolated and lonely in the winter.
Spring's rape will divest me
of anonymity, dress me
in naïveté; the new girl,
head on the block,
severing connections
with static recollections, trusting
reinvention to be better than cure.
And in summer I will revell
in this new self
forgetting lessons of the past
held in the strawberry fields
and blackberry briars.
Would you leave me to it again?
A dog by any other name;
in season, marking time and place,
the pluck of petalled pride
fills your hands with flesh, your heart
with death. I refuse to waste away
in borderlands of bated breath;
the view clears as I look to the south. 03/27/2009 Posted on 03/28/2009 Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Laura Doom on 03/28/09 at 10:34 AM Just thank you :) |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/29/09 at 02:57 PMtrusting
reinvention to be better than cure
the northern surreal and the southern real are holding a meeting and you two are their magellans. |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/31/09 at 11:38 PM reading this felt like a release. you guys are good! |
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