clever translations: dust bunnies of the earth [repost]

By sIo

    the stars only listen 
when you're not looking 
and the time it takes to realize 
is ages beyond your eyes 

while sitting still 
and wondering how the time 
has passed 
it revolves slowly 
in a sphere of stillness 
just to rattle your cage 
a bit 

even then you can't comply 
with the addictions you serve 
day in and day out 
for every breath you take 
ten more are needed for your survival 

your blink is my hour 
and we're both dying 
to go back to that day 
yet our endurance wavers 
and you can't handle 
what i hold like a butterfly 

the world isn't fair 
in fact its quite hideous 
to be truthful 
what lies beneath 
has captured the fair complexion 
we all beg to attain 
while the ripples of resurfacing 
smooth over the hungry 
like life's empty hands 
over death's open eyes. 

it's not that we ask 
or receive what we wish 
but yet that we request 
to be slapped with rejection 
as if our chains weren't short enough 
and our arms just long enough 
to reach the nerve in our brains 
that allows us to speak 
just long enough to express need 
and just short of the mercy 
that lacks. 

sometimes life speaks 
like a telegram 
a surviving soldier 
to a childless mother 
we don't see the truth 
but we hear 
the trauma to our hearts 
and the beating of a neverending drum 
thumping like the war 
has only just 

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Copyright 2016 Joanna Smith
Published on Thursday, December 8, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • TropicalSnowstorm On Thursday, May 4, 2017, TropicalSnowstorm (1790)By person wrote:

    Wonderful imagery and thought provoking, this is the kind of poem I like to dive into. Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • Fantecstasy On Thursday, December 15, 2016, Fantecstasy (128)By person wrote:

    Work like this makes me wish I had come back sooner. My favourite portion was the final stanza, "we don't see the truth, but we hear // the trauma to our hearts[...]" coupled with the irony of having a beginning at the end. Well done, to say the least, *tips hat*

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