Parts of me,
so familiar,
I hate them passionately.
Parts of loved ones too.
Down the stream,
colliding with boulders,
polished for water,
not for me.
Water imbues me with flow.
With all the virtue of air,
love the ugly parts,
and move along.
Compassion, Depression, Failure, Fear, Idealism, Love, Poems, Poetry, Purpose, recovery, Resistance, Seeking God
This entry was posted on February 9, 2011, 11:11 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
| Blog: |
| Stillfugue |
Topics: |
| Fiction, Poetry, Essays |
stillfugue
#1 by heather grace stewart on February 9, 2011 - 3:14 pm
“With all the virtue of air,
love the ugly parts,
and move along.”
Love it all! powerful.
#2 by Carl on February 9, 2011 - 10:04 pm
Thank you so much, Heather! I appreciate your words.
#3 by Evelyn on February 9, 2011 - 8:19 pm
“polished for water,
not for me.
Water imbues me with flow.”
I love these lines, especially the first one…
something so right about the word polished.
#4 by Carl on February 9, 2011 - 10:05 pm
Yes! Polished me ! I wish I could watch the water’s polishing effect.
#5 by Evelyn on February 10, 2011 - 7:41 pm
“With all the virtue of air,
love the ugly parts,
and move along.”
yes, please…
#6 by Carl on February 10, 2011 - 9:17 pm
yes, or carry me along…
#7 by undeniablymaybe on February 10, 2011 - 10:18 am
Parts of me,
so familiar,
I hate them passionately.
…Tremenous lines. Wow.
#8 by Carl on February 10, 2011 - 8:07 pm
Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it.