by Aaron Michael
Beneath the dark chestnut pools
Lie all your perfect imperfections
The hardened edges and the pain
Belied only by compassion
Never to cut, only defend
Even at expense to your strands of sanity.
Things torn from you
You filled with empathy
Where there might’ve been hatred,
Instead a righteous anger burns away
Like a star, pointing to your north always.
A smile that launches all the ships in the world
And is as disarming as nuclear nonproliferation
Reassures me that there is good
And there is beauty, no matter how ugly the world seems.
Soft words from those smiling lips remind me that
I can mold the earth into shapes that I like,
Infecting me with a smirk that I might not
Have otherwise had at all.
Posted on 09/08/2018
Copyright © 2018 Aaron Michael
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/08/18 at 03:25 PM|
Your poem has such a mixture of darkness and light. It has me down then up then down. It is as if I traveled in mountains. But your genius is keeping me on your trail feeling with you. Thanks for the journey Aaron.