Forgive me
in advance
I know not what I do
at least
in the moment before doing.
I stumble on this path
sometimes realizing
after
what it is
what I have said
what I have done
to hurt you.
i think sometimes
out loud
but on paper
or would that be
the blank canvas of this page?
So often
i let the words
dribble
and run
into my
my moments
not seizing them
not taking them hostage
making them
account for themselves.
Then,
without reason,
i grab a pen
or a keyboard
and make them
make themselves known
to stop
the cycle of words
without
known
consequence.
they now
commit
to ask,
why would I want
to be them?
Heads bowed
backs bent,
against and under
the weight
of
stares
arms draped down
in
anguished leather
of fingers pricked
and worn
under a machine
within dark enclosed space
the only sky
the sound
of
someone counting,
again
and again,
the worth
of
their
breath.
Inner thoughts make good poetry. 🙂
How many times have I wished my own words were in those little bubble caption thingyies…that I could reach out and grab, before it burst and the other person heard them.
Awesome piece.
PEACE
Hi Surface Earth 🙂
When reading this poem I loved what was said, “I know not what I do, at least in the moment before doing”, to me, these things are the things that are already forgiven:) if a need is felt to be forgiven at all. And the last part of the poem feels you took on the feelings of a seamstress in a factory questioning their selfworth, their focus on the tic toc of a clock.
Leafless: Welcome! Glad you stopped in.
Grace: always good to see you again. Yes, wouldn’t it be lovely if we could at times burst those bubbles!
Tumel: nice to hear from you! Hope all is well. I like your reflections on my words above, you’ve got me thinking.
Your words… beautiful
Forgive yourself and all is forgiven. Beautiful writing.
Tobeme, the wordsmith guru! Thank you for stopping in, thanking for adding another layer of “good” thought to this rambling piece! Blessings in 2009 to you.