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Porcealin
by Alison McKenzie
Did I mention
That delicate and I
Don’t generally belong
In the same sentence?
Yet I feel the fragile,
Thin lines creep forward,
The strength that once
Made me confident I would
Never be broken,
Wanes.
I see the Sun’s decent at last
That hazy,
Surreal part of the day.
The moon hasn’t risen for weeks,
And no one’s really talking about it,
As if the vocalization
Might burst the tension
Of a world
That isn’t quite right anymore.
I’ve made so many new starts
I realize, now, I will never know
The quiet foundation of longevity.
An unintended sacrifice of
My vagabond journey.
There are times
I wonder if I might
Be better off without
The dream of romance
Forever cloying at
What might otherwise be
A pretty sweet trip –
And I definitely don’t need
Another sunrise
To blind me.
06/17/2012 Posted on 06/17/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/17/12 at 07:34 PM Oh I like this lady and I suppose you know that Porcelain doesn't crack or break as easily as many think it does. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 06/19/12 at 05:25 PM ... excellent..... |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/26/12 at 06:25 PM I like this. The bitter-sweetness of realizing we may not be strong enough to tussle constantly with
the wiles of some relationships, however beguiling they may be, we need to be comfortable, we need to see clearly. Thanks. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 07/03/12 at 05:25 PM This speak colorful volumes! I love the way you see things Alison, I am find myself nodding in agreement with your words. You can express these thoughts so much better than I can. Very eloquent.
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