"costless" poems - Hello Poetry

for Lori, Riley and Kendrick the questioning words jump off the page, into two hands transforming, words shape shifting into multicolored ink stained fingers, now, all a chokehold on my brain, my throaty gasps rasping from a simplistic convolution - single questioning deserving an answer what are you made of? the obvious answers left in the slow lane, bone, tissue, rivers and arteries of blue bloods, just oil and fuel of a containership, but the cargo carried, that’s the real stuff you have insight inside that cannot be seen, self-survival instincts that morph into morals, our shared air affects you differently, a sense of defending, caring, costless and costliest simultaneously, spaghetti strands strong sinewed intertwining, into a better human than most to call you hero is wrongly insufficient, but the thesaurus lends me no substitute, weep, I do, as the spring and summer blushing green will not be seen by you at all, and by me, seen now so differently, when thinking of soil-born courage instinctual that has no name, but grows only in nature what are you made of? we know now, but knew not well, that thing that makes you leap first, was all you, the entirety of the best, that exists, existed, as reminders to us, to mine it, wear it, medal it upon our fabric *you three, breathe it back, exhale it from where ever you are, that trace chemical odor in our atmosphere, of life-giving sweetness, a rebirthing chlorophyll freedom that we humans all desperately need, even just to know it exists, and inform us* what we need to be made of

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May 13, 2019

May 13, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC

shepard-david-king

for three who saved: what are you made of?

for Lori, Riley and Kendrick the questioning words jump off the page, into two hands transforming, words shape shifting into multicolored ink stained fingers, now, all a chokehold on my brain, my throaty gasps rasping from a simplistic convolution - single questioning deserving an answer what are you made of? the obvious answers left in the slow lane, bone, tissue, rivers and arteries of blue bloods, just oil and fuel of a containership, but the cargo carried, that’s the real stuff you have insight inside that cannot be seen, self-survival instincts that morph into morals, our shared air affects you differently, a sense of defending, caring, costless and costliest simultaneously, spaghetti strands strong sinewed intertwining, into a better human than most to call you hero is wrongly insufficient, but the thesaurus lends me no substitute, weep, I do, as the spring and summer blushing green will not be seen by you at all, and by me, seen now so differently, when thinking of soil-born courage instinctual that has no name, but grows only in nature what are you made of? we know now, but knew not well, that thing that makes you leap first, was all you, the entirety of the best, that exists, existed, as reminders to us, to mine it, wear it, medal it upon our fabric *you three, breathe it back, exhale it from where ever you are, that trace chemical odor in our atmosphere, of life-giving sweetness, a rebirthing chlorophyll freedom that we humans all desperately need, even just to know it exists, and inform us* what we need to be made of