26th January 2023
Poetry
1 minute read
Advice to a Young Poem
26th January 2023
1 minute read
Stay little, poem
fine and sharp like a charm
mysterious
a maker of no sense
Fewer things can go wrong
with fewer lines
Fewer promises broken
in fewer words
Little ones trickle out
of the cage through bars
barely discernible, seep
through the capillaries
in a windowless & evasive
mind that’s devised
ways to protect itself
against spells and magic
Helpless yet
busily resilient
they form like clouds
woven of gauze and mucus
dealing in recovery of broken
hope, delivery of the forgotten
inessential yet
dear
Little ones of no weight
are enough
to transform
as one peers into the sky
to the sound of an air raid siren
falls asleep in a bathtub
dances inside —
a cellar