Do not reach inside me.
Do not plunder the spoils of our internecine warfare.
Do not do that.
We have bludgeoned until naught is left
save blood and an ocean of our tears,
– the only remnants of (what used to be) us that mingle now.
We pace in silent circles, keeping each in the other’s line of sight.
We have learned well.
No, do not reach inside of me.
Not any more.
For there is nothing left.
Tonight is the third night of the dVerse 5th anniversary celebrations, and we are treated to an interview with Laurie Kolp, who used to be a host back in the day. Today, we are hosted by Walt, a fine poet and a great host.
We are invited to write a poem in response to the following quote:
I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.
Sebastian Barry from A long long way
I hope you enjoy my offering, and of course, the offerings of the vibrant, talented dVerse community. If you are new to dVerse, do, do, do take part. The drinks in the pub are cold and long, the seats are comfy and the chat is inspirational. Come one, come all!