A Fight
i’m done
in sweetness
the words tumble from my lips
but knowing smile
is not enough
like rushing water
it rises
from a depth that pushes open
sweetie i’m not
but truthful yes
i climb
with no reason
but rhyme slips in
easier than
paceless prose
and then
regret strangles
a creative voice that
seeks so much more
than a cute nod
its effort
to express the inner
flow that must come out
whole but saccharine
sludge of candy goodies
but to point
to push to see to say
to reach higher
than sugar and cheer
sometimes
that takes more
a moment in contemplation
a sigh of exasperation
a fight against
the usual
and then
in hopes renewed
a new voice emerges
clearer real
and maybe, powerful.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Wednesday, June 1, 2016
GIF: Two guys punching each other by Ricky Fang
Wow. This is really interesting, Paula. I really like these prose poems that seem so stream of conscious-like.
Thanks so much.