To be Human

Gratitude always falls short of intention,
leaving only a fiction of our meaning,
when silence descends blinking neon emotions
and a void, rather than a hoped for event horizon of joy.

But, it's how you transcend that shimmers humanity,
makes doubt ephemera and avoids conclusion.
No longer a skulker in spiky weeds,
you emerge radiant in a woman's wisdom.

Likely, it comes from a mother's nurture,
but the solitude of silence, these your father's whispers.
So, you've escaped both superficial and awkward,
arisen the womb unscathed --- Proceed to middle age!

Though perception often baffles understanding,
human genomes revel in such challenge.




Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2016-06-26 at 05:34

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. Great phrases and deep meanings.
2016-06-30


Survivor48
great free verse poem. I certainly like the metaphors you have chosen and the word choice. overall, excellent job!
2016-06-27