Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Begging for the Beautiful

Sooo I really did mean to post again last month! I wrote a poem and everything and then... it was May? April was full of fun/overwhelmingly busy and my writing has suffered for it. Does that ever happen to you? You fall too far away from your creative self and it becomes harder and harder to clamber back to your internal world?

Good news is, I figured out my next project! It's still very much in the planning phase, but it feels good to have a world to slip away to again.

In the meantime, I wrote this poem. I'm not a very political person, but recent(ish) events inspired this one.

Begging for the Beautiful

The World’s come untethered
It wobbles off its axis
for someone to cling to
as it spirals into darkness

The Sky is burning
Flames lick the stars while black smoke
Like a shroud veiling
The horizon

The Sea is a skeleton
Ridges and fissures and broken bits
of bone
Unshielded from the sun

The Earth is dusty
It remembers 
the color green
the tall grass buzzing with bees and butterflies
And yearns for that thumping pulse
the tread of your feet

The People are weeping
Bruised and bloody
on their knees
Begging for the Beautiful that the world
had promised
The goodness they were meant to see

You’re searching
But you cannot find the Beautiful