NB: I tend to err on the side of the intellectual. Someone told me to write from the heart and so I did. The mind only interceded to perform the nuptials between two pillars of expression. How well suited they were for each other.
Here
it comes
Hear this
and mark
my words
I will not retreat
or retract
I will not pule
or prevaricate
Even if
I cannot bend
those indifferent stars
Even if
I cannot puncture
those pendulous clouds
Even if
I cannot sway
your intransigent heart
Even if
you don't hear me
I will not submit
to censorious silence
I will be
precise
direct
And whatever
comes next
A warning
A love song
or a regret
You can listen,
ignore
or you can howl
but this
is my stage
I will
have my say
now
Right at the point where you get to "or you can howl"... that's the heart of the poem. Gave me shivers, felt like a rawness breaking through. :-)
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