Jonathan Elliott Poet Prose Poetry

What Golden Sorrows Are Mine

What golden sorrows are mine
born into these fragile emotions
verily, verily we advance into them 
please said the night to the morning

let me come into you.
I followed my heart into these dreams…
if they ask for knowledge
of what I discovered, 
tell them I received pleasure
from wind blowing through leaves
watching them move in their ways 
I was accused of being guilty
for seeing them fall
as I walked from sidewalks
and cafes 

they offered me pills instead of food
and I learned what it was to eat words 
I searched for them everywhere
and they made my love complete 

I awakened each morning into greater
and greater tragedy 
I learned to laugh at myself
at times

it was all I had. 
What golden sorrows are mine?

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