Sunday, 14 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 14 Poem 11 A Planet That Hurts

What colour flows through my heart
     like radiation?
                           How am I to see myself
in my own river when there is something wrong
with the water
                          in my eyes?
    I am looking for a kind of thinking that will give my face better posture -

I am telling myself
all this rain is made of rubber
I can bounce it
If I don’t stop dancing,
        this is how I move to my mantra before walking
into night
               as a warm body with hard feet -
 I tell myself -
     I got a good heart and it is looking after me -
but it’s not true enough -

there is something wrong with my heart -
it is inventing too much gravity.

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