Someone said – “Be sensible,
a song is essential only if it can be traded.”
Someone squandered decades of rich meaning
then died on the rafters of an abandoned ballpark.
Intellectual dreams have no limitations,
strong in complexity, strong without drama
I will dream intellectual, taste desire
as an idea, be friends with the professional
and marry into a profession.
How much time does it take to fashion an identity,
keep it with solid sides and a resistant core?
Someone said – “Don’t bother
nothing is for keeps, ideals exist
until they inevitably become soiled and then
start reeking of their opposite intent.”
Many years seized you up in spasms,
aching and making
a mockery of such extremes.
This planet is overstrained, never a gentle
day of just sitting.
Someone said – “Learn mediocrity
if you want happiness.”
Faith must be fought for, in every choice,
in the mid-days of winter and when
love has gone astray.
Someone said – “Deal with the collapse of
what you hold as true – contemplate it like a cloud
that shifts form and wisps away.”
I heard that someone, but the joy of love
is real even when it lies flattened. Hope
is not for the faint-hearted, but for the persistent,
the reformers of gravity, the warriors against inertia.
I say – Hope void of illusions
draws its first breath as faith
only in the purity of compete darkness.
Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2022
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