nuances

I want to see the beautiful again

To see the speckled shades of freckles on her face

Notice the lilt and nuance of her voice,

That ranges from a land not native to her birthplace.

 

I don’t want to waste your time, and in essence,

Not waste mine either, but

Saving face is an age-old brand of propriety –

It’s lying through bated breath,

Hampered smiles that hesitated to tell

Truth under duress –

When duress easily affects my being,

I wonder why I allow it to be so.

 

Why not be the maniacal voice,

Yelling, a frenetic, hollowed

Question statement that ends on a shriek.

Why not be the unpredictable Jane,

The one who claims not ignorance,

But sheer knowledge

And is unafraid of acknowledging that

Improper knowledge which others make light of,

 

joke about – c’mon, this life can be lived

With shields that spend

Most of their time raised and wavering –

Bending to pressure

The force of which is wholesome

But keeps the barrier translucent

And open to everything.

03/23/16

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Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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