poetry

Creed

download_20150819_171315-1Translate thought, formed of feeling, spared anchor

If you knew me, at all, you’d be fluent at reading these

Spells hidden within my static mouth and xylophone chest

Words not yet

Emotions at best

Hectoring storm-clouds overhead

They say today it will flood

Maybe with the rain I’ll remove those blue notes and red letters

Yet sent

Sharing is so hard when people claim to know

What they never understand

I open myself to you under a bare bulb and flat sheet

Those colors of my life spill out of me into ether

If you look closely everything secret is stark in review

But most never notice, they only devour, and leave the door ajar

In case you follow them as they walk through empty rooms

We’re two people, we’re here and we’re not

You can spend eternity lying next to someone and know

Nothing

Like an old clock that hasn’t worked in a very long time

Springs to life with familiar tick

Is that my heart? Is that my history?

We are strangers, we are swapping seed

We can die in each other’s arms

And never

Know the secrets of another’s creed

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28 thoughts on “Creed

  1. Some of us are more dichotomous than others.

    I found such sadness at the end of this one. I can’t imagine dying in the arms of one who did not know me. I know (as we have discussed) it is the sad truth for some. Love is when you can reveal all parts of yourself. And know acceptance is always.

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  2. Do we ever really know anybody, I wonder? We know things about them, but how did they get to be who they are that we weren’t privy to and what secrets do they hold inside for we all hide inner boxes filled with never to be shared held secrets!!! 🙂 ❤

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  3. trE says:

    As long as you are writing, you have air. You came alive in the lines:

    “We’re two people, we’re here and we’re not

    You can spend eternity lying next to someone and know

    Nothing

    Like an old clock that hasn’t worked in a very long time

    Springs to life with familiar tick

    Is that my heart? Is that my history?

    We are strangers, we are swapping seed

    We can die in each other’s arms

    And never

    Know the secrets of another’s creed”

    This is a great display of poetic intelligence.

    Liked by 1 person

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