Glittery Little Things
come dance with words
and pry the labyrinth of
that secret place apart
to give your heart wings
like you know you should do
or is it avoidance?
another something else for you?
deep are these solaces
buried in the darkened heart
and only revealed so
that new stars may shine
across the endless universe
what are you waiting for?
don’t just stand there
crying the tears but keeping
all the pain in.
whatever in the world
are you thinking that you
could handle it alone?
good grief already.
painting life with words
is what got you this far
and together these crazy dreams
keep you in one piece.
catching the poet
in a moment of tragedy
or a blinding rage is but
words on a page
but we meet together on our
silent roads to watch
the marching of our dreams
toward doom or bright
reality.
and if we ask
what is this? then I must
say let the pipers play
for they are paying
for our dance and should we
vanish into the woodwork
they will know we were
here, the best of every season
in a lifetime of poets, our
life in a virtual coffee shop
stealing glances at “them”
but really ourselves, and all
those things “they” say
are but moments we missed
let us view
the self portrait of a species,
the long-suffering poets,
glittery little things, aren’t
they? in an eternity of
stars, with their
frozen words on fire, their
bleeding pens and retractable hearts
that cannot trust
words to be left to play alone
which is virtually how
I found myself right now
–Jo 2008
