February 13, 2009

Silver-Lined Heart

Despite a few questionable lines, this poem pretty much kept me afloat the last week. I could read it over and over again! I was surprised at the "font" that came out when I copied it into my journal - and that I didn't run into the margin more than once or twice! 

"Silver-Lined Heart"

Taylor Mali

I'm for reckless abandon

and spontaneous celebrations of nothing at all,

like the twin flutes I kept in the trunk of my car

in a box labeled Emergency Champagne Glasses!

Raise an unexpected glass to long, cold winters

and sweet hot summers and the beautiful confusion of the times in between.

To the unexpected drenching rain that leaves you soaking

wet and smiling breathless;

"We danced in the garden in torn sheets in the rain,"

we were christened in the sanctity of the sprinkler,

can't you hear it singing out its Hallelujah?

Here's to the soul-expanding power

of the simply beautiful.

See, things you hate, things you despise,

multinational corporations and lies that politicians tell,

injustices that make you mad as hell,

that's all well and good.

And as far as writing poems goes,

I guess you should.

It just might be a poem that gets Mumia released,

brings an end to terrorism or peace in the middle east.

But as far as what soothes me, what inspires and moves me,

honesty behooves me to tell you your rage doesn't move me.

See, like the darkest of clouds my heart has a silver lining,

which does not harken to the loudest whining,

but beats and stirs and grows ever more

when I learn of the things you're actually for.

That's why I'm for best friends, long drives, and smiles,

nothing but the sound of thinking for miles.

For the unconditional love of dogs:

may we learn the lessons of their love by heart.

For therapy when you need it,

and poetry when you need it.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

The solution to every problem usually involves some kind of liquid,

even if it's only Emergency Champagne

or running through the sprinkler.

Can't you hear it calling you?

I'm for crushes not acted upon, for admiration from afar,

for the delicate and the resilient and the fragile human heart,

may it always heal stronger than it was before.

For walks in the woods, and for the woods themselves,

by which I mean the trees. Definitely for the trees.

Window seats, and locally brewed beer,

and love letters written by hand with fountain pens:

I'm for all of these.

I'm for evolution more than revolution

unless you're offering some kind of solution.

I'm for the courage it takes to volunteer, to say "yes," "I believe," and "I will."

For the bright side, the glass half full, the silver lining,

and the optimists who consider darkness just a different kind of shining.

So don't waste my time and your curses on verses

about what you are against, despise, and abhor.

Tell me what inspires you, what fulfills and fires you,

put your precious pen to paper and tell me what you're for!

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