Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
There is something magical about a person who, despite all attempts to stop them, stays true to who they really are.

…actually, why not?
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
There is something magical about a person who, despite all attempts to stop them, stays true to who they really are.

quietly listening to friends
talk about
the one who went away
wondering
. . .with friends like these
what life did you
friend
lead?
icy in their words and speech
all the apparent warmth
is steeped in derision
so detached
and deliberate in their cleverness
with friends like these
what on earth did you
friend
see
in all of them?
love, here
sounds like a four letter word
with no other substance
than to hurt, insult
though maybe all they are is
exhausted, because you
friend
were not easy to be
with
so maybe all this
is grief, speaking
about the sudden loss
of a human
being
shorn of all niceties
showing the knowing
of what it was to be a
friend
to the you that once was
a me.
©2017 threegoodwords
Q:
Are we really taught
to understand
what it means to grow?
And why up?
Why not down?
Like down to earth and down payment
such adult little things
where you’re suddenly the one saying
“Keep it down” to the kids.
I mean, so many questions
are left unasked
until the envelopes arrive
stamped and signed
asking, demanding
most politely
for you to sign off
your right to be alive.
A:
Well, child
What am I to say?
We’re all just muddling along
doing our best to stay warm
be happy
and avoid strife.
That’s what it’s all about
this thing called life.
So be warm
stay happy
and when faced with
a hitch, a turbulance
a bona fide forest fire
fix it
fight it
ride it out.
It is, after all, your life.
© 2016 threegoodwords
of the body, in the soul
woman is made and known
beyond the sight
alone
a moment’s breath
life, liquid
welling deep into invisible bone
of the body, with the body
curving, slopes are borne
high and heavy, known
a moment’s step
smooth along the palm
holding, holding
of the body, with the soul
silk and velvet, living
a moment’s sight
open rays in stars, shining
knowing, knowing
known.
© 2015 threegoodwords
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