Weight, Love, and AshesA Poem by Jackson Krauss Blind Painter
Previous Version This is a previous version of Weight, Love, and Ashes. Weight, Love, and Ashes That was one of the heaviest things I've ever held: That tiny plastic bag filled with a half a pound of ashes. Right up there with my little brother when he was a newborn, And my own shoes when I put them on and walk into who I am. Life, love, and loss are not alliterations to me. But, sometimes, it seems so much simpler to think in terms of matching the preceding, Marching in step with nobody, Too skittish to be called a one-man waltz; A littering lunatic, leaving logic and love Behind. Trash, blowing along your highway; not mine, not anymore. Yet I still get lost in all the letters, mail I get from my heart to my head and back again, Each saying to the other nothing more than: "Feel. You're just as blind as I am." But there is no brail for a man who sees too much, and wishes he could take shallower Breaths. And I don't get things as right as you say, Writing out your own inner thoughts on your outer layers, keeping nothing back but Your fear of nothingness Itself, Lighting yourself up so you won't ever, ever feel down. But you're right: You can't always set yourself on fire only to be put out, Shutting away your best qualities so they won't get Water damaged. Little realizing they're burning behind your back like so many dishonest friends, Each wanting a big piece of your littlest moments, leaving you with nothing but the heaviest failures... And the largest joys. You look away, and light the match again. © 2009 Jackson Krauss Blind PainterFeatured Review
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Added on April 9, 2009AuthorJackson Krauss Blind PainterAlbuquerque, NMAbout"But sometimes, it seems so much simpler to think in terms of matching the preceeding, that I get lost in all the letters, mail I get from my heart to my head, and back again, all saying nothing more .. more..Writing
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