All I Can Do

A jolt of thought rack my body,
A strong gust of life
Two rivers flow down my cheek,
I stand unwavering, on my feet,
Arms spread to catch the wind,
All the way to my fingertips,
Something is overflowing,
A spring of freshwater
Deep inside of me,
Too much to be contained,
Confined in this body of mine,
The voice of my heart,
Too loud for my ears,
The shine of the love,
Too bright for my eyes,
All I can do
Is let the tears become an ocean
To connect the gap between you and me

by Invalid Files

Comments (16)

Outstanding work in depicting the life style and bury of strength. Great
Hows it going danny good in this but you did better in Its always sunny in Philadelphia
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely. ..great imaginary. Beautiful poem.
A totally brilliant, contemporary poem, written by a free spirit: Allen Ginsberg. It is startling to have a dialogue with Walt Whitman, who was very like Ginsberg in many ways. I read the title and I think, 'which supermarket out of the thousands in California? ' I love the wit, 'shopping for images', 'wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes'. prose tomatoes'. I like the repetition of 'Will we walk' and the fact of asking so many rhetorical questions. Bordering on prose that only makes the poem better.
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, ......................... Which way does your beard point tonight? ..................................................What America did you dream exactly to have?
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