NaPoWriMo 2022 // day 15
FMF link-up :: deny
keep your crosses
and your fancy silver cups,
your white lilies
and modulating hymns.
is still stuck in the garden
where the Main Character
suffers a mental breakdown
while the religious elite
ready their robes
for a [culture] war
dream of their Empire
and the followers
are still fast asleep.
10 thoughts on “Denial”
Amanda, Wonderful poem. Let us not be fast asleep. Blessings to you!
Deborah, thank you for reading! Hope you have a lovely weekend!
This hits home. Thank you for the wake-up call. I sleep way too much.
Sleep is so easy. Thank you so much for reading, Anita!
Barb, thank you!
A beautiful poem bringing about a home-hitting truth. Thank you for your post
Just stopped by from FMF#17
Thanks, Heather! Appreciate you reading
Amanda, this is terrific, and touches me on many levels.
My battered heart is still at war,
and I have promises to keep,
but my body knows the score,
and it cries out, let me sleep!
The good old days a month ago
have flown away on cancer’s storm;
the television’s flicker-glow
has become my quiet norm,
but still I force myself to rise,
to reach for tools beyond my strength,
rally muscle, sharpen eyes,
and though I can’t go on at length
to my old self I will be true,
and do what work I yet can do.
Andrew, love these words you’ve shared, so much. You’re a warrior. Grateful for your presence, and your poetry.