My Words Do Not Match Yours- Part 1
Insignificant,
My proses are nothing without you-
but scribbles, through and through
I dream a dark weary blur
of letters, a phrases, going by in a flur-
Even that; my thoughts seeming simple
even then it lacks luster given by you-
the additions you contribute more than do
alone they gleam platinum
though, with mine maybe less than gold
I...no matter- no treasures to hold!
Tales to be told
It is not me they care to read
-wish to know
But the enchantress
of the words and chimes
and grinding whispering rhymes
of the tales of darkened woe
Though you must scribble onwards sweet hurt,
For fragments of your heart I shall fasten tight
Against my loving words,
My tempestuous, valiant might
Shall shake your fear into fight!
Tear these thoughts and lies of darkness,
The very sinews and cartilages masking their place within you,
Away from your eyes, and see—
What horrors lie wait in the heart that fails To Be
Alas though it is;
That my words shall only crackle or fizz
No tear shall be shed,
no heart yearning dead
at the intake of my write
and thus i must admit I am contrite
at how I envy your wondrous sight-
A gift of perfection, give to you
immaculate graces all you do
Unearthly feeling trembling might
as praise of prose shines bright
For YOU- my guardian, my mentor, my idol-
I dream a selfish dream-
I could be you for a day
And know what it's like to hear the people say;
"You, you are beautiful and amazing. Talented and skillful.."
---Collaboration with Poet Laura Breidenthal---
Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2016
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