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To Persist

My face is a cracked line that floats
       between flurry and decline
       squeezed open by promises unkept
                                   by imprints of messiness
                                   by the after shocks of joy
Facial skin spotted,
       the sun's minted pay off
No resistance to the screen time of now
My profile settling like ash in a bin
       but woven within the puzzle pieces of life
       grounded in all that's humane

My face touched by your hands
        shuts out addled history
        shuts out combustible fear
My face held in your hands allows me to think
        I could out run fire






Poem composed: July 2020

Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2020

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John Hamilton Date: 8/14/2020 10:52:00 AM Hey Brian I enjoyed this write especially the unique diction and phraseology, the last few lines brought it all together nicely, congrats on a nice win! Login to Reply Brian Sambourne Date: 8/14/2020 1:03:00 PM Hello John Many thanks for your thoughtful response and for giving passed over, NA poems a second chance to breath. Best wishes, Brian

Anil Deo Date: 5/26/2020 10:19:00 AM Another deep one. Brain. Your diction says U comes from the Britsh "English" not American: "My profile settling like ash in a bin," I enjoyed the bad news becoming GREAT news as her hands does magic to face, heart, spirit of STRIVING HIGHER. May u rise (not phoenix) buy like Lazarus, the Jesus Login to Reply Brian Sambourne Date: 5/26/2020 6:34:00 PM Hi Anil You are most observant. Yes a British-Canadian diction rather than American. Thank you for your feedback. The restorative power of hands could be from a spiritual leader, a mother, your mate. It is open to interpretation. I do hope to rise in both a spiritual + secular light my friend. Best wishes Brian