Pirouettes of Pain
Ah.
We search for the cloudy moments’ shield in the glare of
the too bright skies of yesterday. As the parade begins still
We search for the cloudy moments’ shield in the glare of
the too bright skies of yesterday. As the parade begins still
through our resolute commitment
to contain the yet
un-forgotten memory-spills.
Ah.
Those pirouettes of pain painting our miserable past – tiny
children, marching, damp-hand–in-clutched-hand through
Those pirouettes of pain painting our miserable past – tiny
children, marching, damp-hand–in-clutched-hand through
the flutter-flotsam of one after
another, poor parental decision
crying, calling, falling one into
another – until
We
We
neglected as tossed dominoes
tumbling in the stains of then
stumble finally into the future of
now
now
~
