^words of Wislawa Szymborska
(a phrase from her poem “Some Like Poetry”
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gorge on poetry,
thereby!
imbibe your raison d’etre,
if well examined,
one will be exclaiming:
Exactly!
we on trial from birth,
for having been born sin~innocent,
yet guilty for having allowed
in nighttime light pollution,
one searches for places in
life’s momentary memorabilia,
band~aids, orange lifesavers,
a phrase, photograph, pale bulb light…
these “things,” are our
hitching posts, lean~to,
grasped hungrily for
support whence
negotiating the
steep Spanish Steps
of the staircases of
monumental outrageous misfortune
this poetry,
this poem,
this railing,
sustaining from Day One to
Day T+1 and beyond,
a protuberance of strength
to grab onto before the
shaming of old fails falling,
a head banging despair of barely
hanging on,
unbeknownst to you passerby,
we, who live a life of bare bones,
only mimicking existence, while
questioning Death’s delayed arrival,
and only by,
this poetry,
this poem,
this railing,
sustaining our edge two forward, one back,
cognizant of our awesome missteps,
begging permission, to-liv-liven, a moment more,
offering upon-this altar, a sacrificial lamb,
this poetry,
this poem,
this railing,
sustained in the writing thereof,
expelling the fumes of the
nearly, the never, the hapless hoping
Thu Oct 26 2023
8:15am
x^words of Wislawa Szymborska
(an excerpt from her poem “Some Like Poetry”
p.m. when the poems grasps me,
my nostrils filled with single breath
good for one more day
