Poem: Refuge

 

 

Refuge

 

i had a bouquet

as i ran to meet a Love,

but they didn’t want my flowers.

 

my spurned hummingbird passions

zigged and zagged,

erratic as Cupid's deflected dart.

 

it was clear

i had fallen way down deep,

and yet still i climbed,

 

up a steeple of crumbling piety,

to the very summit,

and i reached for that Love again,

 

so high above me.

 

wings of prayer

rode my fractured breaths,

and yet 

my flypapery tongue 

caught them.

 and said no.

no to the no one who wasn’t up there.

no to raw faith in a gauntlet of pain,

no to indifference.

then  my cries 

began to seek a new kind of door,

some better refuge

than the Beautiful Monster.

 

 

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6/29/24

Commentary on the Book of Job