#451 (dancing in a hurricane)

Tenderness was replaced

by aggression, after

the beautiful mind had been

drugged to death or fucked

to death or simply withered,

synapses unable to connect,

in a maelstrom of numbness.

Yet I can see you, fighting

to be seen, with gentle petals

dancing in a hurricane, your

eyes alive with dreams and

your head bursting from

thoughtful narrative. It takes

but one person to see true

beauty and another one to

let it light up the void that is

our modern love.

 

© Matthias Grupe, 23rd July 2018

photo: Kyle Loftus via Unsplash

2 Comments

  1. Here’s a crazy idea: The first seven lines, and the last ten lines, each make a poem by themselves. Not suggesting you split this one. Just a curious thought.

    “Gentle petals dancing in a hurricane” is rich with poignant meanings — in addition to being just downright beautiful, of course.

    I love how this..

    “Yet I can see you, fighting
    to be seen, with gentle petals
    dancing in a hurricane, your
    eyes alive with dreams and
    your head bursting from
    thoughtful narrative.”

    …expresses a timeless truth.

    Thanks so much for sharing this!

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