Prayer to Poetry

Prayer to Poetry

A Poem by BlueZan

He used to look over at me and say

“Al,”

he would say

“I am done denying myself the things I want and

 that is why you are here.”

And I would say to him

“I never deny myself the things that I want but

 they always end up denying me”

and

we would laugh like I told a joke because

all we really knew was that

life is too short

to dwell.

And now he is dead.

And I didn’t learn a goddamn thing except

we all die and there is no real time.

To me,

faith is like

a lighter that

has run out of fluid.

When I need it, it sparks but it

never lights and so

I pray to something that never

lets me down, dearest

Poetry,

swallow me.

Let me cease to be while

making something that will last longer than

me.

Give me a sense of permanence, Holy

Poetry

inhale me like smoke,

exhale me like cancer,

let me burn a hole in the ozone and holes in

the lungs of those breathing me in second-

hand and

let them love it like I

love it, let me

provide for others

the gifts that you give me

every day, Heavenly

Poetry,

give me grace

remind me

rename me

rehabilitate and

resuscitate me.

Bring me a cool breeze to

carry behind my ribs just

in case I start to suffocate,

despite the holes in the safety net

I crawl into sometimes when

I lose my way or lose

my tongue, Father

Poetry

teach me words that will make their

mouths water in flavors they’ve never tasted before

teach me

how to pray,

teach me something that

isn’t so sad.

teach me something painless.

I don’t want to

stick my hands to the hot stove just to remember

anymore; Holy, Holy

Poetry,

lift me above these scars on my veins and

these scars on my brain and

teach me a beautiful rhyme for ‘hallelujah’ just

in case I forget the words

for ‘thank you’ but

most importantly,

Poetry,

please teach me how to

accept

that it won’t matter

if I ever accept anything at all.


In the name of the Consonant,

the Vowel,

and the Article Adjective;

Amen

© 2014 BlueZan


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a sad write,yet a great write,and life is never like we would expect it to be

Posted 8 Years Ago


"give me grace
remind me
rename me
rehabilitate and
resuscitate me.
Bring me a cool breeze to"

Posted 8 Years Ago


" Holy, Holy
Poetry,
lift me above these scars on my veins and
these scars on my brain and
teach me a beautiful rhyme for ‘hallelujah’ just
in case I forget the words"

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wow, very powerful-great work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is amazing and original. Very and very creative. Bravo......................

Posted 9 Years Ago


BlueZan

9 Years Ago

Thanks very much!
Sami Khalil

9 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)...................

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Added on June 17, 2014
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BlueZan
BlueZan

Springfield, MO



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