they take your love, and they spit on it. and throw it in your face.
and you're standing there, holding it in your hand. like this
transparent thing, with it's little heartbeat. it once was shiny and
bright. and now it's messy, dirty, weak. dull. and you wonder what
happened. and all you can think of is... it wasn't good enough. there
was something wrong with it. it's your fault. otherwise they wouldn't have
treated it like that. they knew it was flawed.
look at it now. that messy little thing. no wonder nobody wants it.
but it's wrong. when you sent it, it was all there. it was bright and
wonderful and pure. it had all the potential. only somehow, they weren't
ready. they couldn't accept it. it bounced off them, there was no way in.
they got scared by the brightness, they didn't know what to do with it.
maybe it scared them, maybe that's why they lashed out at it, and threw it
back.
look at it again. carefully. if you do, if you look really hard, you can
sometimes see a little glimmer of the brightness it once had. your
brightness.
Keep shining, sullied star - whatis in there is infinitely more precious than the filth thrown at it by those who don't understand...
Your thoughts are expressive and honestly penned. The form of this piece - and hence it's poetic clout - could be strengthen I believe by shortening the lines. Most impressive, nonetheless. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx
treated it like that. they knew it was flawed. look at it now. that messy little thing. no wonder nobody wants it. the deep gutter is really makes pain in words
Cia, I absolutely love this poem. I've been sitting here reading and rereading your words. I love this poem. rudy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This dullness inflicted by blindness/insensitivity/ignorance/prejudice/pride/greed is the measure of their failure - an exact equivalence, a 'reflection' of their unfitness to appreciate, cherish love. I love the way you've made this important point, but I'm struggling in pursuit of a mathematical representation of what you've so cleverly done! And the survival of love, the optimistic note you've chosen to exit on, makes this a very engrossing, convincing and relevant piece of social comment poetry. jim