A new poem for a new day,
I brandish it publicly and how full
of sorrow it is.
But how
it brings with itself
the bushes and roses of laughter with it.
let it brandish a depression dissolved,
let a fist show it’s bloody knuckles,
let love slain a warrior,
and his probable, pebbled passions.
For there are those that I have not felt nor seen before,
and the population is all in on trust.
Let it not be just for performance.
Let bloody knuckles show a force,
Let me take them to the streets,
Let them become white with anger,
(trembling heart, trembling bones)
But not let them rise in a force for fear.
Now remember and consider this my partners, raptured in
love or anything that
pose vague resemblance;
Your bones are My bones,
(however their hazy remembrance)
And they love you
just as well as love does,
and always truly was,
Yours truly,
Truly Knuckle Blood.
JSV
2024
My latest collection of poems, Like A Bird Knows To Sing, is available HERE.