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 Sep 2015 Tryst
NvrMnd
...
My heart beats
So my heart will speak
My heart knows
So my heart will choose

My heart gives
Then my heart will beg
My heart loves
Then my heart will hate

My heart breaks
But my heart will heal
My heart dies
But my heart will live...

*...again
 Sep 2015 Tryst
NvrMnd
When no one
pays attention
to your soulful
sad story.
We will never be able to reach a state of total
comprehension of all that happened
on that day when our contemporary world shifted
in mystifying and unfathomably terrible ways.

Perhaps the only hope we have for the evolution of our humanity
is to humbly remember and accept
that almost every society in the world
has committed unspeakable atrocities against others.

This has been worst in the nations that have achieved
and been proud of
the greatest technological advancement.

The time has come to open our eyes and our hearts
to one another.

The time is here.

The time is now.
"As a woman, my country is the whole world." - Virginia Woolf
©Elisa Maria Argiro
First-born to you,
into a world of light and music,
myriad words, and all their possibilities.

Birth of another kind for you now.

The sphere of light that is your heart
attenuating beyond all fear,
merging into your limitless beginnings.

The secret love you have for the universe
has taught us,
will always teach us.
On September 11th, 2001, Patricia Regan Argiro, my beloved mother- poet, journalist, artist and dancer - was in the final weeks of her life. The first version of this poem was my last Mother's Day present to her. Now she lives in the Light.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015 Tryst
Kim
I wonder...
If I climb up a hill
When the morning is still
(dark)
If I lift up my eyes
To watch the sun rise
(gracefully)
If I fall into the sky
It'll take me up high
(carry me)
And I'll soar with the winds
And I'll float on the clouds
And I'll reach for the stars
As they come crashing down
(around me)
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