by A. Paige White
why did you stop the channel I watch
full of oil, once gain
now only filled and flowing with pain
the pain of pregnancy
full term, delivery
the words I review bring tears to eyes that read, red why was the pupil designed with an iris
colors various, refined
why does the oil that annoints our travels
pollute our gulf, as you know of the deep
the one, the bridge of gulfs
more importantly, I query will,
will this pain end
in I will, or eye will
06/30/2010
Author's Note: This gulf of salty waters flows my veins, pollute saline
while I can but ask when, Lord, when, will your thumb plunge deepest
into the abyss of failure
we all share....
mercy me, Lord, Mercy Me!
& mine, mercy we, Lord, Mercy Wee...
WARNING: This disturbing video will break your heart and make you cry.
Gees, I do feel the pain and admire you for describing the very experience of observing it. And your author's note too woke me up. How are we all part of this failure? Your poem prompts me to plunge deeper. Thanks, Ali.
a powerful ode to say the least. who knows but one day such question as you toss in the waters of infinity will have a fish on the end of it, pure as any fish as was ever reeled in.
