Fragile
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tenderly ...
as if robin's eggs
I consider the brittle fragments
of her heart, cupped in
my tarnished Tin Man hands -
not taking for granted
the entrusting of their care
I lay them out like
priceless puzzle pieces upon a
surface of loving intent ...
she is but finery, fragile, and I ...
her fool ...
considerately ...
as if leaves on water
I recall the women and passions
squandered, encounters
and affairs and intimacies as
spicy, splendid and
varied as an artist's palette -
some, immutable as
acrylics, others fading like
watercolors in the sun
swept away by life's intrepid
courses and floods ... love
is but portion, fragile, and I ...
its fool ...
delicately ...
as if disarming a bomb
a Muslim man cleans the lifeless
body of his little boy killed
by a roadside explosive device
while riding his bicycle -
a mine left behind by an enemy
brigade, retreating his
town as part of a truce, his Hindu
brother's brigade - the
brother he loves ... and despises ...
washing his son with his
tears, he thinks of naught but
vengeance - peace is
but sufferance, fragile, and I
its fool ...
exquisitely ...
as if fine goose down
I scrutinize the keynotes of my
existence, turning them
gently over with the voltaic breath
of my thoughts - to the
affectation that none afford me the
broadsword of achievement
that the faults far outnumber the
fortunes - successes, far
short the falls ... still, I've known
the passions and shadows
as deeply as any, formidable joys,
exquisite agonies, and
sublime oblivions ... life is but
passage, fragile, and I
its fool ...
poignantly ...
as if fine lacy crystals
we gild the memories of lost
loves and those passed
consummate hurts and piercing
heartaches, each and
every one a precious memento of
the depth of affections
realized - scars and wounds the
invaluable proofs of how
profound our devotions, thus ...
oh, how intensely we love!
How dearly we grieve! And how
acute our need for BOTH!
Pain is but love, fragile, and we...
its fools ...
its sad, happy, precious ...
fools.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2021
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