Captivate
A poem
Enslaved by captivated emotions, passion entails,
concerted efforts at continuing what was never there at all,
a sunset reflects my mind’s proclivities, water ripples as fall leaves do,
quick to ripen, persimmons turn a deep orange hue, sweet to the tongue,
like your kiss, used to be.
Sheltering broken wings, birds feed on suet while we watch stupendously,
nature unravels her clipped ends, she cannot fly, not with such conundrums,
here, in this space travels the accordion of time,
which, when played well, traverses the objective of counting.
Days, hours, weeks go by and chance is all but we have,
a chance at a better life, a brighter sun, a powerful moon,
dancing in the rain to the abhorrence of normalcy,
we falter and we fall into the insidious.
What is then jealousy but the expectation of better results?
What then is hypocrisy but the exploration of truths?
These questions must be answered by those who lived life most,
an army of silence in the trees when the trees fall and,
there is no one left but a species to listen and acclaim.
Concord grapes dangle, a deep purple in Astorian sun,
low on the evolutionary scale, arising from ashes of great Edna,
obsidian and the gems that we carry into the future,
hoping for relief from utmost playing in proverbial sand,
one is never truly forgotten, in absolution.
Anna Rozwadowska 2022
