Mar 2
A poem can't be open-minded
A poem can't be thoughtful
A poem can't be endearing
And a poem can't certainly know better.
A poem can’t cook
or can't even be a limp noodle.
A poem can't do anything—
Except show us how good we are at giving
And maybe teach us how to give to ourselves.
A poem can't be thoughtful
A poem can't be endearing
And a poem can't certainly know better.
A poem can’t cook
or can't even be a limp noodle.
A poem can't do anything—
Except show us how good we are at giving
And maybe teach us how to give to ourselves.
A companion piece for Liana’s terrific poem, I Can’t.
It’s a reminder that even when we feel like we can’t, there’s something within us that still gives, that still creates, that still is. And maybe, just maybe, poetry can move us, shape us, and reveal things we didn’t know we needed to see.
It’s a reminder that even when we feel like we can’t, there’s something within us that still gives, that still creates, that still is. And maybe, just maybe, poetry can move us, shape us, and reveal things we didn’t know we needed to see.
