Softly, Softly
Softly, softly, it leads again.
Pushing, pulling, breathing, then
Calling others: “take a sip,
Of life’s worth.” Drip, drip
Goes the beat of other’s minds;
Worthless sorts, types and kinds.
Simple dreams can touch the heart
But scamper quickly to depart,
To tease, squeeze, seize and freeze
To play that it’s more worth than these.
Softly, softly, beats my thought
Of what I’ve had and lost. Distraught,
I made a pact with her beyond
The sight of me, she did respond.
The voice of it froze my root;
I closed my eyes to blindly shoot.
I shot, missed, and her he kissed,
And still today less sun than mist.
Softly, softly, tears still fall
But for me I can’t care. He is my all.
The Softly, Softly by Katalyn Louis Parks, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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Loved it… you’re a very good writer… wish I could read more of you… and as a thank you…
“Loosened, I can breathe now without distress
like an asthmatic cured of too frequent
suffocations, inhaling a free wind
free of desire, just a potent drive
to run, to fly, not to flee
but to try in a different language
not to sigh
to plunge into the promise of
being unclaimed
without stakes, without the incessant
need to hold on, to wait, to break
and to stop to be rescued,
now released, the run is swift,
the run exhilarates like the joy of second
chance, the promise of a ribbon…unfurled.”