
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
© 2021 threegoodwords
on giving your
self
over
to the moment
dropping deep down
into that endless
ocean
splish-splash
no, I wasn’t taking a bath
and it’s Monday evening
a sudden rush of
words and water
rolling off the tips
of several tongues
I speak
to myself
and others
aloud
in the quiet
to the other
that insists, insists
me, moi
moi-même, I
ay, ay
the famous Greek
“outshouting seas”
and again
snatches
bites of words
maybe wisdom
drip-dropping
flip-flopping
hip-hopping
and there it goes
an entire video music awards
that shows
such roll of song
(it’s sad, isn’t it
how that space for music
no longer is a home of song)
anyway.
every way
time, space
written monuments to bad taste
that glue themselves to your memory
slipping out suddenly
in cravings for sticky-sweetness
whispered kisses, ma chèries
another time, really
leave me be
I need to write this
I need to see.
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there is no crime in compassion
no weakness in genuine
gentleness
though one must use one’s head
(pearls before swine and all that).
many stop short of acts of kindness
for fear of appearing
ridiculous.
that is a pity.
so many are lost in loneliness
because loving deeds are left undone
kind words left unsaid
and letters written
then tossed aside
left for dead.
this is a pity.
we must love to live
a life worth living
love is like oxygen.
so be ridiculous –
every now and then
be your absolute
self
the one we’re taught to
hide and deny
that part that is
our inner child:
surprisingly insightful
innocently tender and kind.
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