Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

the flaw in our beauty

the flaw in our beauty

a broken heart holds together in its sand,
its ancestor
until that final heap topples a fractured vessel,
ice glass bleeding.
         tides try claim the mess,
                   wash remains to sea.
some pieces hunker in grit,
hold on, wear down.

you don't see,
unobserved from dark space
separating
a billion miles a second,
                    speeding away
           away
   away,

down to bottom of this shared ocean,
middle of our galaxy.
you didn't glimpse
while your heart was cracking,
too.

but I noticed,
and noticed
you didn't see
me.

we share sand –
blown, mysterious, special
fish bowl or flower vase people,
each of us
fragile.

not adjoining on shelf,
we'll not ocean together
at the same time,
aweigh on this life
forever and ever
and ever.

don't say amen.
i already hate me
for being impure.


12.5.22
12.7.22 some major edits

could suffice as lyrics; what chorus?

written to:


men have feelings
we're taught to access the part of our flawed DNA that doesn't allow us to show it, or
feel shame if we do

slightly altered version ▼

the flaw in our beauty

a broken heart holds together in its sand,
its ancestor
until a final heap topples the fractured vessel —
ice glass bleeding.

         tides try claim the mess,
                   wash remains to sea.
some pieces hunker in grit,
hold on, wear down.

you don't see,

unobserved from dark space
separating
a billion miles a second,
                    speeding away
           away
   away,

down to bottom of this shared ocean,
middle of our galaxy.
you didn't glimpse
while your heart was cracking, too.

but I noticed,
and noticed
you didn't see
me.

we share sand –
blown, mysterious, special
fish bowl or flower vase people,
each of us
fragile.

not adjoining on shelf,
we'll not ocean together
at the same time,
aweigh on this life
forever and ever
and ever.

don't say amen.
i already hate myself
for being made impure.


37 lines, free verse

men have feelings
taught to access part of a flawed DNA that doesn't allow demonstration of emotion's revelations, but
to feel shame if we do.

Entered in round 115 of Shadows & Light