Take This Poem Of Mine

 

Take this poem of mine

and rip it from your heart

for it is there – finished

it just needs your start.

 

Take this poem of mine

and remember through

the pain this place parades,

remember the words

each sound a blow to the head

a wage that is true.

 

Take this poem of mine

and wear it

a yellow star of David

a flag, a declaration

that this blood crazed world of

mundane murder

will not seep into your

more red, more rare heart.

 

Take this poem of mine

and read it aloud

to your too true children.

Read it in a voice

that sends, that shows

the same sign

that is all song, all sense that flows.

 

Take this poem of mine

and tear it up.

Digest it, mend it,

be it

and walk on and of this world

as it

a song that is free

singing in each of your steps.

 

Take this poem of mine

weak like a calm wind

slow like the forest’s green

young like a motherless child

simple like spring’s sun

take this poor poem of mine

and make it your own.

Only then shall the doors open

and the wind wander through,

only then will the heart rise

and the act be what we do.

 

Take this poem of mine …….

 

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