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Joanna Flick Poem
Me, I know it's not all in your head --
Some of it is also in mine.
I know the platitudes they spout
And I know how they feel --
Dismissive instead of constructive
Because prescriptive is not instructive.
And I know there is nothing you can do.
Embrace this.
Recognize it.
It will never go away.
And it will never subside, until you give it a name.
And the space it demands.
And know it dearly.
Only then, place it smartly
Where it will stand, another beam to reinforce your temple.
Love yourself the more for it.
Copyright © Joanna Flick | Year Posted 2015
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Joanna Flick Poem
I'm weaker than you
And just as frightened.
I have cowed and hoarded
While you braved harsh years
Holding back nothing.
Your pilgrimage cannot be appropriated or diluted
You journey to please No One but your Gods.
You understood from fledgling human connaissance
Your body and extended Body are but vessels
That They may guide your soul.
I don't know how to help you
And in my cowardice
Believe I can't
Sail ye on, you are the glory that They dream.
Copyright © Joanna Flick | Year Posted 2015
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Joanna Flick Poem
A lost one. Losing lamenting that the forever wasn’t on, forever was off.
Turn forever off by the switch on the wall. Have someone else change your light bulb, burning the dust off their fingertips. Something watching waiting from outside in the pine tree. And there she intrudes, she intrudes on him, she intrudes on your life.
The bond that never melded, no bond to reflect your bond, and it breaks. Broken fragments from silent creaking settle on the floor, petals drooping, you forgot to water it. The healing gel within dried, rubbing on the spines left pining for the life they once protected. Huddle and hide grim majesty sheets of cobwebs covering your eyes, the flies, the honey you forgot to wipe it.
Copyright © Joanna Flick | Year Posted 2015
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