Let us be players
Let us be opponents
Let us be partners-in a dance, in a game
Let us be lovers
Let us be others
Let us be close, only in name
Let us be foes
Let us be strangers
Let us be okay with all things not being the same
Let us be all these
Let us be ourselves
And then, we’ll be ready to be friends.
I would like this read after I die if there is anybody to listen. A life was changedMany things were brokenListsRulesExpectationsDreamsRelationshipsStatus quo Many languages spokenAnd learntAnd builtWith grammarsThat bore plurals for things that hadn’t beforeRealitiesLovesBodiesStates of being And in endingYet another rule brokenAnother grammar rebuiltWhen I sayLife is endingBut I…
Another Monday at the Tuning Fork and how can I possibly hate the week when it starts that way? I’ve been struggling a bit with performance poetry. I now know the difference between performed poetry and spoken word. I can’t entirely articulate it but I can see, hear and feel…
