the most beautiful day
is the most terrible
the clearest skies
are the most clouded
the darkest hole
is full of light
the starving child
full of life
the calmest sea
is the most fearsome tempest
the lightest love
leads to the deepest hate
the shortest second
is the longest eternity
the softest curve
is the sharpest edge
the ficticious story
that resonates truth
the smallest words
that contain the greatest power
the reality
is disolved into nothingness
she carved these words into the sky and watched them float in a circled orb
again
again
and again
they all came together
and finally
she was able to breath
for the weight of the world had been released
1 comment:
the pacing to the first half of this poem is stupendous. it picks up speed and establishes a pacing as if the reader were coasting on a swingset and all of a sudden a rock hits you in the forehead with the "tempest" line, knocking you on your ass. Read it again, that sentence stands on its own because of the rhythm and pacing of your poem.
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