THE ONE WE LOVE THE MOST

Blind! Blind! We run to the feast!
The one we love the most is the one we know the least.

Stems and flowers! Orange flowers and roots in the way
And the dark forest blooms in darkness and the darkness breathes
And the blues singer sings: “Do you know what I say?”
Do you know what I say?

The round darkness hurries overhead
To eternity—an eternity not quite dead,
An eternity that curls and purrs and lies on the floor
With you, and you whisper, and there is always more.
There is always more.

You were good for me and I was good for you.
It was because we were bodies believing they were new.

Trapped between narcissism and the unique,
I found you so beautiful and strange, I could hardly speak.

Blind! Blind! We draw near the feast!
The one we love the most is the one we know the least.

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2 Comments

  1. maryangeladouglas said,

    January 10, 2016 at 5:12 pm

    This poem, again, has a crystalized feeling, quite solid. I like very much the vividness of the orange flowers all of a sudden appearing in the poem and the refrain: “Blind! blind!…” It’s not a simple thing to use exclamation marks in poetry now. Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I even SAW an exlamation mark in a contemporary poem. What’s that about, I wonder. It’s not trendy to exclaim? Flat lined speech or tone even in poetry seems to be the only “approved” inflection now. I mean, no inflection whatsoever except a kind of bored, languid zero.

    • maryangeladouglas said,

      January 10, 2016 at 6:39 pm

      My poem with an exclamation mark (it counts if it’s in the title too; well, in Mary’s rules)

      REMEMBER TO BE HAPPY YOU EXIST!

      everyone’s waiting for their big break maybe-
      their chance to be discovered.
      to hit the stage, to write the page, the song

      that will be remembered.
      and we storm heaven asking
      why, so long? what’s wrong?

      not realizing nothing’s stopping us now
      from singing if we want to, acting brand new.
      painting too.

      dancing day by day.
      why let fame get in the way;
      the thirst for gold.

      the illusion that if no one’s clapping
      it just isn’t real. we’ve forgotten how to feel!
      be happy being you. that God is real.

      sing because you have to, you’re so glad.
      write because you want to.
      don’t be sad.

      what more can you discover;
      what bigger break than this?
      your chance already arrived:

      your golden ship.
      you are alive!
      and this is happiness. isn’t it?

      mary angela douglas 9 january 2016


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