As I watch you sleep
I hold myself
And weep,
My lovely child
As I watch you
my thoughts
Roam wild,
What will be
Your fate?
What shall you eat
When you wake?
Shall I fill your belly
With songs?
Will these stones
Be bread?
There is nothing
To eat
Not a crumb
Not a slice
Not a grain
My child,
I cannot bear
To see you wake up
Hungrier than you slept
Instead I will
Veil my face
And take to the streets
Maybe
There will be
A little in the morning.
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This is good. “Veil my face and…” “Shall I fill your belly with songs?” Nice. Picturing the attempt to fill a belly with songs. Well done.
Very touching your poem – it prompted this spontaneous response. You like it? then blog it, otherwise, ignore.
I veil my face
I embrace a pace
on this phase
I strike a pose to
part reveal the ware to
attract, to appeal,
to strike a bargain
nights on these dark streets,
mean and dim
where for a fare fair
I fair sell my flesh
and frame,
me tame, almost lame
before rates of exchange
erect, hard, harsh, heartless
unequal,the weak cannot bargain
I empty my soul,
as he empties inside me
so much pain,
for so paltry a gain
all so that you, my child
will not be empty
when you rise
I sink and sing to forget
Touching, this