In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound
“The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.”
My Response
A tree alone; carved with initials of love;
A warrior wounded, still stands.
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A poem for Georgia the cockatiel
Days like today,
Remind me of the past.
Warmth of the cold
A love I hope will last.
You fear I will not answer,
Upon your fearful call.
I would simply die,
If I ever hurt you at all.
I would end others’ to protect yours.
I would die without you.
I fear for you as I fear for myself.
Daily, I fight to get over you.
You are stuck like a wrench in a cog.
My mind will always come back to you.
The fact that you called,
Shows me you feel the same.
Flashback
The thrill of penetrating,
The power you feel
As you tear open someone’s soul.
Someone blank,
Someone who blankets themselves in false security,
Someone who can be cracked open.
The pure joy you feel
As this person confides in you,
And you know:
You are their confidant,
Their friend,
Their Witness.
You witnessed the Messiah within,
Peaking out to see the world about.
You formed an elastic bond,
One that will not break.
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