the good fight (One shot Wednesday)

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Fruitless, inept, I can’t reach

My tongue has been faltering speech

If I could just find the right word

But no, I will not be heard

I could smile like warming the sun

And still find the warmth being shunned

A battle I know I won’t win

So sit I with hand resting chin

Still planning to fight out for right

To make clear of gray clouded sight

Fruitless and futile may be

But still of great import to me

 

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

8 responses »

  1. Your poem displays a range of emotions centered around self-doubt. Expressed so poetically with a great ending “Fruitless and futile may be / But still of great import to me” If you truly believe in it, then never stop fighting when it comes to being heard. Great stuff.

    • I won’t. I fight tooth and nail for the things/people that I care about. it may not make a difference in the end, but if I don’t try… What kind of person doesn’t fight for what they love?

  2. ha – i know days like this…but you will win this battle…sometimes with pen in hand fighting for words, ink hurting like fresh wounds but here….comes the sun… beautiful poem keats

    • I don’t think I will win it, Claudia. At risk of peeling the layers away myself, I wrote this for a person I care for very much and I’m doing battle with their own view of themselves. Sometimes loving is hard, especially when you want to shake the person silly and shout at them “why can’t you see yourself like I do?”. *sighs* But still, it’s something that needs to be done… Even if I don’t “win”.

    • Oh… No one’s waiting for little old me. I’m just a nosy little pixie-type girl who runs off at the mouth and pen at random intervals. Nothing overly special here. Just words.

  3. It’s super. I read a poet looking for words in it…and then perhaps something else, the image is clear and the sun shunning my warmth, slightly funny. Self affirming for me…though not of great import to anyone else.

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