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Read Poems by Erin Beckett

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I'm just a nothing
says the desert wind to us all,
and you're just a nothing 

once you've opened the door.
It feels so good to be at all,
says the lion tasting blood,

the man with his lady,
her back to the wall.
Feels so good when she takes him in,

slaking a collective thirst for violence and oneness
and peace and war, all 
reasons to have money and power

resonate in a game with a one-track mind.
Into each other we play to fall,
we jump and chase and catch,
take that leap for madness 
in the name of love for sex..

Pass it on, and on and on....
For the briefest moment, 
our children smile with unadulterated curiosity.
Then it's gone, we're forever looking 
for its source, seeing shapes 
in the desert that scream of nothing again
'til we're grinning and dancing like we never learned how 
to taper it off in measured quantities,
remembering how free we are 
beneath stars who never feel our presence at all.

Copyright © Erin Beckett | Year Posted 2014


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  1. Date: 3/26/2016 9:33:00 PM

    Erin Beckett, you've expressed yourself well, I like the way you ended the poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Happy Easter ** LOVE LINDA
  1. Date: 8/10/2015 6:56:00 PM

    ERIN, a wonderful read.... LOVE *SKAT*