ca(r)pe diem

in the fairy tales

someone comes
to the girl
who is as good
as she is beautiful

a doctor

he stands over me

he says
why is this child
curled up on the sidewalk?

he asks
has she no mother?

and even though i
cannot speak to tell him
mama does not move now
he understands

he cries out
she is very very thirsty!
but he uses big words
severely dehydrated, he says

he orders:
wrap her in a soft blanket
against that cold hard cement

lift her
but gently
she is fragile

bring her here
where i may
this cool
between her two parched lips

and tell her
she has been brave
she has been strong
she only cried a little
he is proud of her

someone comes
someone always comes

it is hard
it is very hard
this slow time
between now and then

but i must

a little longer…



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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