Thursday, July 3, 2008

# 'Why Letting Go Is Hard

Why Letting Go Is Hard
I said...
what else is there for us, self?
We've seen the war
We've been broke
We've seen the needy
We sat atop a warm stone
What else is there for us, self?
We've emptied the coffer to have
We salute after 50 year old champagne's pop
We dressed, but never like monks
We dance, but never like the lamprey
So self that's how life
sweeps our feet away
How one decides, is something
I'd like to know
What else is there for us, self?
Sex starts at five o'clock
because it's forbidden to eat after six
Life must rest every after
a raspy thought chagrin its dignity
Life must rest, I said to myself, one day.
Daffodil Decarie
Ivan Donn Carswell 03 July 2008
Daffodil, letting go is only as hard as the grasp that kept you there in the first place. Like sex after six. Or deciding to write a poem which challenges existence. You still have to answer the questions... Yours. Ivan
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