Tuesday, April 13, 2010

New Poem: Submission, April 13, 2010

April 13, 2010

first, it was a thing without a name,
now it's a book on your coffee table
a delivery from fed ex,
a night spent with a lover.
in the space in between
it took shape and form
yet remained shadow.
it still hides in shadow,
though it's taken shape.
You keep it in the shadows,
afraid to share too much of it,
afraid of the damage it could do,
while at other times
you revel in its beauty,
its depravity,
its multitude of meanings for you.
it's not for dinner-table conversation.
you speak of it in hushed whispers
with like-minded people,
so grateful for their friendship.
you embrace it,
for so long ashamed,
now you know there's no other way you can be.
and the end,
you know no end to this.
only a beginning, and a middle that goes on as long as you can foresee
filled with violence, pain, beauty, and awakening
over and over again.

copyright 2010 Katherine Andrews