A PERFECT IMPERFECTION
It was never written that
prophets don’t cry, that they hold
back tears, their eyes dry
as sand-smoothed bones
as they gaze blind at our
Grimm-like heroic folly.
It was never written that
they suffer sublime muddled
moments, mimic bird
song, talk to trees or that they
fly with blind bats into the sun.
It was never written that
prophets are flawed; their life
of discipline limited
to the reach of their patience,
and prophets never wrote that
stealing pieces
of your broken heart
might be considered theft.
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Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle # 97
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/02/24/wordle-97/
A MAZE ING! The cadence, the repetition, the emotional vulnerability. . . very Miskish.
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, JL. Much appreciated.
Compared to some prophets, I guess we do appear Grimm-like! The last stanza is my favorite!
Thanks for reading it, a for leaving a comment.
Curiously the ability to utter wise thoughts does not make the speaker flawless as well as wise. Stealing pieces from a broken heart is charity indeed to lessen the pain; may these robbers abound.