Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted January 1, 2014

Chapters:

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Exceptional

free verse

A chapter in the book Paper Dolls and Toy Soldiers

Contemplating Lost Love

by michaelcahill

We wonder what is unspoken       what thoughts lie in waiting behind which words The words with golden letters sparkle     the ones with grey hide behind with hooks They attach, and flesh is torn scratching at them   Life is so awfully uncertain and imprecise     for in life there is always give and take But scales are rusty, and bolts are hard to come by     nothing weighs the same when gravity is a trick   Even in your own heart certainty leaves     a lingering doubt dripping slowly and congealing     in a pool where loneliness swims, waiting for irony For there is always something broken when borrowed     and then returned in life, coveting demands it   It is thought that in life we should reveal ourselves     for death is too late the suddenly wise will say Such cruel irony there, for revelation     begs for clothing and a polite glance away   Truth in life is a cone with ice cream on the ground The righteous condemn the germs and common pathways The liar scoops it up like lightening without remark     and takes a chance that sugar is worth damnation   Clarity comes with death With death we finally find our measuring stick We finally are forced to put aside     the petty day to day business of living     and realize we are all the same,                    just human   We really do love     just because we do                            It is real when it sings                            It is real when it dances                            It is real when it is foolish                            It is real when a thousand words                                       can't quite describe it                                                 nor can a thousand more   And finally, our grief     becomes the only love     that receives no response                               and needs none

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