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Lesser Mysteries
by Shirin Swift
You are meant to be beautiful not this battleground of fallen branches
where the world has lost.
Light is painted onto things over the lesser shades.
A man vanishes off the point - another from the bench
in time with the sea's wild blue voice.
Where its safest for flesh to form over heavy-boned thighs and hips
and where it’s not - over fingers and wrists, love itself sleeps.
Studying the small tree under which I am seated
the top of my head almost touching the lowest leaves
I want to lie about these things even more than I want to tell the truth,
that love is a beautiful self-destroying myth.
08/25/2010 Posted on 08/24/2010
Copyright © 2024 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/25/10 at 10:12 AM ...shirin, heavy pome[sic], heavy lines, not sad as much as it is curious questioning. i love it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/04/10 at 05:17 PM There is an elegance to this - carefully worded. The first two lines and last two lines are so very strong. Thank you. |
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