Tessa, What Are We Desperately Seeking?

Tessa, they’d said you
labor at what you love,
that would be a world
which had everything,
it would be true.

You remember how it was,
each scene shift needing
new props and so really
once set up, the characters
you meet appear randomly.

Of course you’re hung over
but even if you’d remember,
the old pattern of life would
have given you the slip, left
a hollow in your stomach.

Then since you’re no psychic,
you’d begin to see another
story outline, whatever reason
it came to be you’d fill up,
even put on a gilt coronet.


Life sometimes makes a clean sweep. So you’re forced to move on, invent new shapes. It’s kind of an upheaval. Things from the inside turned outward, so everybody’s demons came tumbling out. Anyway that’s kind of what’s on my mind due to local events. Haven’t you realized by now that there’s nowhere to hide, that eventually the truth will be out, people’s true colors will be revealed? Whatever fantasy are you living? That seemed to be the question. God holds up a huge mirror so that forces self-reflection, so either you see your faults or you go on pretending. Only you can’t pretend any longer. So write a poem that’s about change that comes from within.


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