someone will say, some day.
‘Say one thing,’
perhaps the plea may be.
Say
‘no’
and
this is why.
One
this leads to another,
like
mountains and streamsrivulets and dust particles
clouds and thunderstorms
love and solitude
so give a host
a legion of wrongs
in error of definition
and a heart
that will not be stopped
by muscle or bodily brief,
but erupt and erupt and erupt.
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Malinda, just to say that you write beautiful poetry. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteHeart may not stop. But can't we find enough kindness in our hearts to stop when the plea was to stop? Are we not kind enough or do we not understand that there's only so much people can bear?
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