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Marina Charanza Poem
A poet is never happy
A poet is never stoic
A place where it doesn’t belong
Is a place a poet calls home.
Forty Quinn was right,
If a person doesn’t have trauma,
It’s not a person at all.
What does a rich poet matter if not for the poor in spirit?
My definition, I dare implore
Building this home into a picture perfect portfolio
The foundation of its home
MY HOME
Crooked teeth and moldy feathers
A string of pearls and broken emeralds
Nobody ever thinks of a poet and its setbacks
All it is might be a creature
A protostar in a nebula of nothingness
Wasted potential to be something, anything other than what it will be
A nothing
A nobody
A child of Leonardo, dying in the arms of the galaxy it tried so desperately to grasp onto
A nebula is only found by the astronaut,
The Armstrong of the ordinary,
Of which has no knowledge of being.
The space race isn’t something the astronauts anticipate
The turning pages of time and surrendering to its wrath
Is much more worthwhile than choosing pink or purple
For a creature that spends its life amongst a sea of colorblind astronomers.
A poet isn’t a person
Without relativity, without a microplastic ribbon
A pin of sophistication on the untamed bastard.
A poet isn’t a person
It’s something to endure
We’re not people
Anymore
Copyright © Marina Charanza | Year Posted 2022
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Marina Charanza Poem
To expect the best is to experience the worst,
For why I cannot tell.
It could be her inexplicable thirst,
Or endearing living hell.
You’d think, after so long
Of pretending and playing the game
She’d maybe sing her circus song
Better, with her renounced fame.
But being a clown who aspires to be
More than The Ringmaster’s puppet
Earns only bruises above the knee
And meals she can barely stomach.
Her relationship with him is bittersweet-
He helped her when she was lost
Threw her scraps of blood red meat
And kept her from winter’s frost.
Despite these things, the werewolf knew
One day how far she’d go,
For biting off more than you can chew
Is one way to end the show.
Copyright © Marina Charanza | Year Posted 2022
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