It'll Be Okay
by Darryl Price
A Picture of the World
It's not that there's nothing
new, it's all new. That blue
color is not the one
you remember, but the
one you are experiencing,
and at the same
time, you bring everything
with you. Green becomes something
more than a dream when
you decide to touch someone
with your love. You know
this is true. How often
do we dare the universe
to show us again
that we are here, made of
the same sorrows as before,
open the window?
All knowledge is left on
the nun's doorstep in a
desperate basket that
can either be a casket
or a bed for awakening
from sunrise.
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Author's Note
The thing about a picture, any picture, is it's just one thing. It might represent but it doesn't own the time continuum. It's a truth that sits in its moment and belongs. I just wanted to show you a snapshot I took. There are so many reasons--some under the surface--but most simply to sit with you for awhile, listen to the universe, and enjoy the view, even in a fateful enough light.
This stanza is wonderful...
How often
do we dare the universe
to show us again
that we are here, made of
the same sorrows as before,
open the window?
Thank you.
Strong poem with a even stronger last stanza. I particularly like "desperate basket." Good stuff.*
Wittgenstein would like this. I do too.
That last stanza is killer, DP. *
Steven,John, James and JP--THANK YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH!
Truth, nice.
The whole poem, but, oooo, that last stanza!
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Clark and Bill--much appreciated!
This is just gorgeous! Vintage Price!
Fave.