I've never found the right platform to post this piece I'd written more than a year ago..... For the usual reaon that I dont know how people take things they dont know..... a different understanding of the world.... anyway I would like honest opinions.... and forgive its length....
p.s. some poetry does cannot be explained in a title....
Untitled #1
p.s. some poetry does cannot be explained in a title....
Untitled #1
The preacher holds on
to tiny fingers,
as the child walks, unsure
alongside him.
‘Can he hop?’ he wonders
‘Or jump up high?’…
he is unsure
The lights that shine
in the preachers eyes
give him confidence
he knows he has to walk, alongside.
He wonders about his new friend
how nice he is,
the preacher lets him play
all day long
in the garden of roses.
He warns him about the thorns
but never stops him
cries when he gets hurt
but never stops him.
Eating blueberries with him
right out of the tree
when no one else does.
And slowly,
The child knows to trust him.
“Can I marry you?” he asks one day,
“I think I love you.”
The man smiles gently.
“you are a young boy,
And I have passed my prime.”
“you don’t love me?”
“I do. But differently dear.
I love you as a son.”
“Then why did u cry
when I was hurt?
And sleep near my pillow
when I was sick?
Why did you save me
from the lion’s den?”
“I love you as a brother.”
“…and kiss me
when I was scared?
Why did you shoo away the birds
when I played with them
and hold on to me tight?”
“I love you as a friend.”
“Why do you cry each night
And ask god to forgive you…?
Why did you hurt yourself
the day you slapped me?
Why?”
Anger floods the preacher’s eyes, in tears
as he looks down at the child
who stares back indignantly
“Love should learn to count years”
He sighs
And leaves forever…
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