Nevermind The Name Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Nevermind the name that clings to my bones
in the chambered silence that longs to speak
or the ghost of irreverent unknowns
that clambers for some unreachable peak.

Nevermind the before and the after,
the silver spoon buried within the dirt,
or the halls of invincible laughter
that became gateways for torment and hurt.

Nevermind hairline cracks in the ceiling
or fine china shattered upon the floor,
the roof still covers without revealing
that which has departed forevermore.

Nevermind the hands that fed you hunger,
the lips that sang of departure and death,
the cancelled credit of being younger,
or the fluttered hope of a final breath.

Nevermind the dust and dim on rafters,
the bottled promise hidden within walls,
the chagrin of never ever-afters
written like wilted flowers penned in scrawls.

Nevermind that there's dirt in the water,
that unflowered moss gathers over stone.
Nevermind the frail son or pale daughter
the stir-cupped memories have overgrown.

Nevermind the ache that floods your being,
the sculptured hollow of a beating heart,
the eyes that struggle to see, unseeing,
when the waves have drifted two worlds apart.

Nevermind the words that I am weaving
on the verge of never having a choice.
Nevermind if I get lost in leaving,
and the winds drown out the sound of my voice.

Nevermind that the mountains are moving,
that the sky hangs motionless in the air.
Nevermind the stares of disapproving
that offer naught but an empty prayer.

Nevermind the end is just beginning,
the beginning is but a breath to be.
Life is a beautiful mix unspinning
like unbridled wind over sanguine sea.

Nevermind the pleated wings' migration
for feathered things were always meant to fly.
Nevermind the outcome or causation
or butterflies hovering in the sky.

Nevermind that nothing is forever.
Fireflies flicker within glass mason jars.
Nevermind if my words reach you never,
I shall release them to evening stars.