out of the blue, you came
shining down to make this mess.
you were happy, you were content
to sit on the porch until the stars went out
and birds started to sing, not speaking a word.
in the end, i burnt it down.
that might surprise you, knowing
as i do that you never saw a downside
you couldn't love, never got a complicated joke,
never got knocked around or kicked while you were down.
while my history went to ash
i thought maybe i'd be out of reach
this way, unfindable to you or anyone
selling something i couldn't afford. maybe
you would give up, let me be. we could co-abandon.
turns out what you really wanted
wasn't a gold medal, after all.
you just wanted to behave
with integrity and hope
towards me.
so, who's this about? is that invasive? not intended, but a curiosity of sorts. perhaps just tell someone who could tell who would tell and then curiosity might be satisfied. just curious. not pressureful.
btw, not sarah here.
Posted by: curiousnearfl at March 14, 2007 10:06 PMdear bashful-but-careful-to-say-who-you're-not:
thanks for the comment. it's not an invasive question, because this poem is totally about me. and also about nice, marginalizable christians in my life. i'm both the subject and the object of this situation.
sorry it's a bad poem. i think the issues i was thinking about deserve a better poet tham i am. but all the same, i think i managed to catch a little bit of how it feels to realize you've been marginalizing christians and some of the genuine overtures they've been making into your life. but having been on the receiving end of that stick, i probably complicated it beyond understandability. oh well.
it's what i do.
Posted by: bob at March 21, 2007 11:47 AM