Poetry and voice are mine. Title is "Dew Drops". I'll drop this little quote with it because I believe it fits the poem nicely.

“I have faith that when the emotional, imaginative, and spiritual life is activated inside a person, when one becomes fully human, feeling and caring deeply, this represents a resurrection of some kind. This happens for me often when I read poems or hear songs. The feeling of being moved represents a resurrection. Every time meaning or feeling flows into your experience, that’s resurrection. I choose to believe that this has something to do with the beloved. One of the perils of being human, and of lyric poetry, is narcissism, the solipsistic sense that the self is all there is. Likewise, one of the perils of trauma is extreme isolation of the damaged self. To me, the beloved is that figure that exists independent of the self, that figure that calls us into relationship with the world and saves us from what I consider the emotional, spiritual, and psychological error of solipsism and narcissism. The beloved calls us out into connection with the world, into reciprocal relation with the world.”- Gregory Orr

Dew Drops

Some legacies take time to forget. Text below:


Big words, their tone’s jagged
Sharp side by side with my poetry.
Doesn’t fit.
Wrong for the meter
Certainly nothing Demeter
Would bless, no less
No harvest to reap from foreign
Words and invading, crop-eating
Birds.
My poetry needs a familiar
Grasp, its grain is—was pain,
Is words like “asshole”, “disgusting”, “bitch”
What I’m used to reaping
Eating; it’s the palette of my poem
The song of myself, not so
Much seventy pages long
(Idiot isn’t bountiful enough in synonyms)
Mine is more a short piece,
Rhyme frantic.
The rhythms run outside
Your grasp until I speak.
I’m always saying a lot more
Than I mean though, which you know
So I’ll say what you said:
“Sweet guy.”
I can’t help a couple years of conditioning—
This seems a lie…

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Credit to: http://varia-strix.tumblr.com/post/24733708879/sadness-is-not-cold-melancholy-does-not-freeze

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