Be Still, Be Slow, and Be Real

I speak to my chest,

“Breathe.”  I ask

My heart to be still

And be slow.


When I say it’s okay,

There is a part

Deep inside that knows:

It’s never all right.


There is nothing left

But final surrender.

I’ve tried surrenders.

They are temporary.


Why does evil presence

Continue to beat me

Hammer blow after

Hammer blow. It returns.


I will try to accept

Harsh operations of others.

They do not love,

And I must not love.


I surrender my passion.

I must be real.

I must pay the bills.

I must not love.

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  1. #1 by heather grace stewart on December 3, 2010 - 7:04 am

    This is fantastic.
    There’s something William Carlos Williams about it.
    I love your honesty. Also love the repetition–good rhythm.

    • #2 by Carl on December 3, 2010 - 7:28 am

      Again, thank you so much, Heather. I do appreciate your taking to time to comment.

  2. #3 by Evelyn on May 17, 2013 - 9:03 pm

    “I speak to my chest,

    “Breathe.” I ask

    My heart to be still

    And be slow.”
    this stanza twists and turns like a silvery fish in the sunlight…

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