Yang
I'm destroying,
Failing
And later punished
By fragments of
Glass -
Memories of
Ambivalence,
Or was it
Benevolence?
When I can't hear the
Birds,
I space to the tune of a
TV
That's been turned off for
Years,
Turned on
For a second or two,
And off once again.
When I couldn't be a
Commercial.
I found hope in the
Blank air time -
Bright colors
And the drawn out
"Beep"
That reminds
Us
That we're still alive.
When I live,
I burn,
But you'd call it
"Dead."
When I burn,
I smile -
Down and away.
When the wind picks up,
I scatter
Throughout time.
Seedling,
Sprout
And grown.
I sway,
Back and forth,
Practice throughout the
Years,
Like the tree I wasn't,
But now
Am.
Later I'll fall,
Not fail,
Repetition,
Like the leaf that I am,
Connected
And joined
So that I can later -
Decompose,
Die
And be born once more
As opposed to
Destroy,
Fail
And punish.
My advice -
Be the tree.
Once again, one of Christopher's startlingly perfect poems.
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Failing
And later punished
By fragments of
Glass -
Memories of
Ambivalence,
Or was it
Benevolence?
When I can't hear the
Birds,
I space to the tune of a
TV
That's been turned off for
Years,
Turned on
For a second or two,
And off once again.
When I couldn't be a
Commercial.
I found hope in the
Blank air time -
Bright colors
And the drawn out
"Beep"
That reminds
Us
That we're still alive.
When I live,
I burn,
But you'd call it
"Dead."
When I burn,
I smile -
Down and away.
When the wind picks up,
I scatter
Throughout time.
Seedling,
Sprout
And grown.
I sway,
Back and forth,
Practice throughout the
Years,
Like the tree I wasn't,
But now
Am.
Later I'll fall,
Not fail,
Repetition,
Like the leaf that I am,
Connected
And joined
So that I can later -
Decompose,
Die
And be born once more
As opposed to
Destroy,
Fail
And punish.
My advice -
Be the tree.
Once again, one of Christopher's startlingly perfect poems.
___