(Pre-Script: This poem is meant to be paired with the song, "Bend and Break," #38 on the playlist. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)
What I didn't tell you
is as much a part of me as
is as much a part of me as
breathing,
and maybe more so-
what I didn't tell you is that everything
was meaningful, everything,
and what I didn't tell you
is that I knew.
(I saw an angel that day-
I saw it and no one else in the room saw it
but
I saw it-
I saw it and no one else in the room saw it
but
I saw it-
it wasn't the first angel I'd ever seen, but
maybe the most significant)
What I didn't tell you
(and how could I)
was that when the rip
from skin to soul
to bone cracking bone occured,
there was a shaking,
a kind of little earthquake
that shook the core of the earth
yet no one else percieved it-
it was a disturbance that I am sure
the universe grieved.
and what I never told you,
(and now it's too late)
is that I saw an angel-
it was white and large and
maybe the most significant)
What I didn't tell you
(and how could I)
was that when the rip
from skin to soul
to bone cracking bone occured,
there was a shaking,
a kind of little earthquake
that shook the core of the earth
yet no one else percieved it-
it was a disturbance that I am sure
the universe grieved.
and what I never told you,
(and now it's too late)
is that I saw an angel-
it was white and large and
I saw it-
it
was not looking at me but looking
at God;
in the midst of this
was not looking at me but looking
at God;
in the midst of this
swirling chaos,
was looking up, detemined.
-XOXO,
was looking up, detemined.
-XOXO,
1 comment:
That was a cool experience--listening to the song and seeing how it related to the poem. Wonderful poem.
I'm glad you have Regina Spektor on the playlist too.
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