Poetry For Everyday People
It's Everything
I missed,
close again,
but not quite
what's needed,
it raised an
eyebrow maybe
a few hairs
on the old arm,
but not quite,
I remember
dying at some point,
I was about fourteen,
and these words saved
me, as rain saves the
world, as people
complain about cloudy
days and rain,
and I say:
not quite what?
I've never seen
a person turn down
blood when they needed,
some things in life
are beyond rating,
it is air, the beat
of our hearts, a jungle
drum of the soul,
one's medicine as
created by one,
rose petals floating
down a steady stream
past named places
down where hearts
make camp and drink
with soul.
close again,
but not quite
what's needed,
it raised an
eyebrow maybe
a few hairs
on the old arm,
but not quite,
I remember
dying at some point,
I was about fourteen,
and these words saved
me, as rain saves the
world, as people
complain about cloudy
days and rain,
and I say:
not quite what?
I've never seen
a person turn down
blood when they needed,
some things in life
are beyond rating,
it is air, the beat
of our hearts, a jungle
drum of the soul,
one's medicine as
created by one,
rose petals floating
down a steady stream
past named places
down where hearts
make camp and drink
with soul.
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It`s Everything
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