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A small problem

What was not so clear
Has given itself to some transparency
Sitting as if in daylight
Resigned helplessly
To your blindedness

You notice yourself
As if for the first time
But it’s comfortably familiar
This is fitting
And describable no less

You are a man
Intelligent but not the feature
Passionate is your name
You seek to taste beauty
Creating it is your great challenge
And great desire

Otherwise jolly
Recklessly optimistic
With a small problem

Your small problem?
Yes, there it is
A coal of cheerlessness
In your chest
Made from many pains
Irreparable if not for time

I believe you are capable
Of allowing time to unravel
this core to dissolve
diffusing into the ether

And finally
Create the beauty that brings joy
To the hearts of others,
I wish this.

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Fresh fruit

Bite into this fresh fruit
Closed eyes
Sustenance and pleasure
Fragrance and flesh
In this instant
Is that a connection you feel
With the earth, or is it the tree
Perhaps it is our planet’s love
Or just the taste of life

This poem was inspired by Judeitakali’s poem, “Market day”:

https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/market-day/