This is a poem written by Daniela Gioseffi

it is one of those poems with the poet's amazing ability, able to put complex emotions down into words!~

REJECTION MAKES WINGS WITH EACH LITTLE DEATH IT OFFERS

And, I am not as silver as water, and my mirror is cracked.
I've tried to love and found that love happens only in moments
that pass like ripples over liquid skies, mistaken for clouds
that hide the sun, or make just enough shade to make wondrous
all the blazing glory of desires.

Whatever I swallow of love always sticks in my throat
fish bones in ice cream? Thorns in caramels? Sweetness
in all that bitter glue of longing!

Oh come, you know rejection, as much as I, and the love
you wanted escaped on a horse, flying with wings
chasing Pegasus who always runs from us as we reach
for him flying, flying higher as we reach, like Browning said,
"reach must exceed grasp or what's a heaven for?"
So we reach for love with words, long for love, wanting
to live forever, either in flesh or on paper. But, does that stop us,
from enjoying the attempt to love, and there are always
those brief and passing moments in which love grasps us
and we know we are alive, and the words fall into place
and the rhyme is new music engulfing the smiles
of lovers, or readers, of those who want nuance,
not just blasting sound that kills the mind with dance.

The eyes of envious gods want to pick at our wet flesh
and so we are not allowed to live forever, but perhaps, our love
like Dante's, Shakespeare's, and Millay's lives on
in sonnets which sharpen the fact that all is as temporal as the trash
sitting at the curb in the rain, hoping to be collected before it spills
messy into the gutters and runs down the drains
at the ends of streets leading into nowhere.

Most of the time, yes, most of the time, we are trying to love,
and not loving, but we are trying, and when we stop trying,
we're dead, even as we live on in sonnets that sting us
with dead lovers of the ages who are gone as their words live
and pierce us with longing for that perfected love, so good,
so pure, so full, so erotic with desire, once felt, if fleeting onto a page,
or off into graves, or up, flying, flying, chasing that winged horse
who always goes higher, up and away
into the land of Supermen and Superwomen
where we can't go!
Finally our very flesh hangs rejected by time
like a clock dripping over the back
of a horse's hind,
his wings flapping always up and away--
as we reach, reach for love like a child
begging cookies before dinner,
running after that flying tail.

Daniela Gioseffi

The gunfire around us makes it hard to hear, but the human voice is different from other sounds. It can be heard over noises that bury everything else, even when it’s not shouting, even if its just a whisper.

Even the whisper can be heard over armies when it s telling the truth.

Explosions of two pasts, for once, it hurt me more

Im so confused again and I need to find myself again

Just when I picked myself off the ground, u came

And knocked me down

Forgive me, I want to be free, free as a bird

Forgive me, I need more than you can give

Forgive me, i’ll always be there for my loved ones

Be it night or day, doesn’t matter where ill end up

In the end.

All I know is that I’m gonna do my very best for the

People that I love, that I care for.

 © zaineb.N.