NEW POEMS
Written by - J. Circosta
OUR SONG
Our song played in my mind today
in the clearing, after the storm.
Words declared on the day
of birth or rebirth, if you will-
Because freedom screams
from inside the womb
and the womb,
yearns-
It bleeds,
it wants to be filled
with some form of grace
and love
but true love,
doesn’t resist itself.
It doesn’t run further away
from the whole or create a hole-
It lives inside silence,
in and behind the eyes
in those spaces between
long talks and miles reached
beyond bodies-
Silence whispers in soft folds
and intervals.
The truth, the way, the reality
in depth of purpose and word
takes no effort but to simply,
soulfully be-
You’ll see the writing
because you always
get the message and you
already know,
“Changes are shifting outside...”
Changes are shifting inside
because being inside,
bares more fruit
than what’s left on the vine.
It’s supposed to be safe,
even sitting inside the revolver.
There are no more demons
because my heart has bled enough-
The difference now is only sound.
Our song played in my mind today
and then I saw her-
She sang from behind her eyes,
from inside her red-belly tale
she said, “No more, I love you’s...
the language is leaving me...
No more I love you's...
Changes are shifting outside the words..."
- Tiny Poet, 7.15.18
Tribute to Annie Lennox
in the clearing, after the storm.
Words declared on the day
of birth or rebirth, if you will-
Because freedom screams
from inside the womb
and the womb,
yearns-
It bleeds,
it wants to be filled
with some form of grace
and love
but true love,
doesn’t resist itself.
It doesn’t run further away
from the whole or create a hole-
It lives inside silence,
in and behind the eyes
in those spaces between
long talks and miles reached
beyond bodies-
Silence whispers in soft folds
and intervals.
The truth, the way, the reality
in depth of purpose and word
takes no effort but to simply,
soulfully be-
You’ll see the writing
because you always
get the message and you
already know,
“Changes are shifting outside...”
Changes are shifting inside
because being inside,
bares more fruit
than what’s left on the vine.
It’s supposed to be safe,
even sitting inside the revolver.
There are no more demons
because my heart has bled enough-
The difference now is only sound.
Our song played in my mind today
and then I saw her-
She sang from behind her eyes,
from inside her red-belly tale
she said, “No more, I love you’s...
the language is leaving me...
No more I love you's...
Changes are shifting outside the words..."
- Tiny Poet, 7.15.18
Tribute to Annie Lennox
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