go there
there is nothing left
but
torn wrappings
the smiles
have faded
the hoopla
has changed
the fire burned out
the ashes
are cold
there is nothing left
…………………….. to say
don’t go there
don’t go there
don’t go there
anymore
pain left
when the knife
was placed back in the drawer
don’t go there
don’t go there
don’t go there
anymore
the sun rose
a new day
a new outlook
so many fresh ways
paths
lined with flowers
striving for the light
their fight
to battle
off the rain drops
but the rain drops
give them life
a subtle balance
between
death & breath
a uniqueness
that each
eventually tests
we go there
in our absent mind
we go there
just to spend time
wondering
pondering
marveling
at fate
we go there
trying
to exercise
the weights
of confusion
to break
illusions
we go there
to find
solitude
in that space
graced
only by you
in that place
that is less confused
a breath
for freedom
is expelled
for in that breath
you find
your soul
go there
Poem by Gwynneth Green
Gwynneth Green a poet/lyricist, resides in Little Silver NJ, with thirteen published books since 2008. Her poems were adopted by NJ State Museum and Operation Provide Comfort, and featured Ekphrastic works: Gallery U Exhibit (Westfield NJ); Silpe Gallery (Hartford Art School); Garden for Sculpture (Hamilton, NJ); Emerge Gallery (Saugerties, NY), Oyster Point Hotel (Red Bank, NJ), Guild of Creative Art (Shrewbury, NJ), Highland Park Poetry (Highland Park, Illinois)
www.buddinggreen.com