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A poem sealed in wax

August 15, 2010
By owlsane SILVER, Scarsdale, New York
owlsane SILVER, Scarsdale, New York
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And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br /> Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


The world around me should walk on eggshells,
while I stomp like the elephant
I claim I am.
Elephants.
Monstrous, lumbering things.
Ancient and wise
Not like I,
blubbering as if I were a 2-year-old.
Wishing I could scream and throw things, like a 5-year-old.
I do.
I understand children, for I understand the spirit in them
that has not yet been broken.
A spirit of mine,
which I wish that I could break.
Like rib bones and bird cages,
that hold singing hearts.
Chirping in the morning like promises.
I’ve watched so many of my birds die.
Blue jays, with wings like parasites.
Taking all that I have
and the wind.
Spitting raindrops at outstretched hands,
biting their long fingers.
Loneliness is a friend of that song.
It’s in lullabies sung by my mother,
and the eyes and words of my father.
These are lullabies that are begged for,
left unappreciated.
For I live in my mind,
where people’s expressions are my own.
And I have the expressions of those who hate and fear mine.
For in my mind, I am never so lost
as I am now.
Going only where I believe
my body
can be found.

The author's comments:
I was trying to get better light to look at something and I spilled hot wax all over my notebook. That's why this piece is called "A poem sealed in wax".

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