Transcendent or trying…?

transend

IonlyI

And now lift and slide your foot, and slightly arc it front to
back gently scraping the pavement – and make that sound;
the one that lets a blind man know you’re dancing, or at
least contemplating beginning to…

Don’t sleep – not yet – and stay a while. I want to believe
in you like I believe in breathing. When I lift my eyes to
your eyes I want them to say that love is no complicated
labor – that a secret is to tell, that mine is, I am afraid…

IInowII

This is no circus, even though you know a man thirsty
enough to climb an aerial ladder and jump into a small
glass of water and a woman who has tattooed her skin
with every single phrase she has spoken.

Mainly this is a train station and every once in a while
one of us arrive or departs – we come and go, or we
wander platforms selling tickets to anyone willing to
travel towards us as a destination.

IIIchangedIII

If you play an instrument, play, and if you sing, sing
loudly, and do not rest as an audience member or a
hand clapper. Don’t get me wrong, applause is
wonderful but what will you do for an encore?

Beliefs seem to fail at accomplishing anything more
than the centrality of their own endeavors, how
much easier it might all be, if their only tasks were
to strive towards connectivity and transcend anger?

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7 responses to “Transcendent or trying…?

  1. I must say I enjoyed the IonlyI. I found myself able to relate to it.
    🙂 Kim

  2. I love this: “I want to believe
    in you like I believe in breathing.”

    Nice imagination, keep writing!

  3. although i loved this in its entirety, it’s the title that intrigues me most.

    are they not synonymous?

    thanks for making me ponder, poetmeister.

  4. Oh, those pesky beliefs… if only we could learn to train them a bit better. This one’s a keeper.

  5. krkbaker – thanks for the rose of your smiles blush…

    Walden – if I do my part and keep on writing will you do yours and keep on reading… 🙂

    Dame – Oh Dame, and Dame and dang, its not for me to say if they are the same…

    Bob – Thank you…

  6. I really liked some of the startling imagery… the way you opened with that arc of the foot on pavement, and this part:

    a woman who has tattooed her skin
    with every single phrase she has spoken.

    I’m just picturing that, and how she darkens and changes a little with every word uttered.

  7. amuirin – sorry for not commenting back sooner – thanks for your comment…she is very visual, in an outspoken sort of way…be well…

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