Monday, January 18, 2021

Beauty of Now

 Beauty of Now

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 18, 2021

Since I've forgotten reality,


there is no pain

This moment speaks



Suddenly, flush-fallen inadequacy

is merely innocent seasoning

over our countless selves

We’ve been too hard-faced,

using our parent’s memories

before we wandered,

as must we do

The outstretching and

afar we’ve come, 

brittle through war breaking,

tannin and god-free, 

lost waiting


All hope bleeds gradually

Sometimes things appear clean,

naked within

Never forget

our inner poor,

there grows joy with bitterness, 

but for memory

Natheless, forget,

remembering ages the beauty of now

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