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these really made me think. shi & i were curled up with where the sidewalk ends that she got from the library, and several poems hit me, regardless of me reading them countless times when i was a child.
there were about four that were severe eating disorder triggers--hearing her read them aloud gave me the chills and i nearly started crying. won't post those here--that part of me doesn't belong here.
but these ones were bits hopeful, and bits serious, and bits true about life. enjoy.
LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS
listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
listen to the DON'TS
listen to the SHOULDN'TS
the IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS.
listen to the NEVER HAVES
then listen close to me---
anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS
there is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.
yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know
the place where the sidewalk ends.
NO DIFFERENCE (this one is borderline alarming, depending on how "turn out the light" is interpreted...)
small as a peanut,
big as a giant,
we're all the same size
when we turn off the light.
rich as a sultan,
poor as a mite,
we're all worth the same
when we turn off the light.
red, black or orange,
yellow or white,
we all look the same
when we turn off the light.
so maybe the way
to make everything right
is for god to just reach out
and turn off the light.
my void does not want.
-- 2.13.61.
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