God Had No Place in This. {Poem}

 

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God Had No Place in This

I cannot see beyond
the painted fringed outlines of my grief
And the rage that incites, it
supplanted niceties of hope
Ties visions of the world together in
One jagged and forlorn sonnet

Green grass grows nice from grief’s tears
I know this
But the ions once conjoined
To make up the pretty image of the world
I once knew
And staked my claim in

Are blown apart like
some recent dreams
bayonetted by the realities of daily life

Grace is shrill and hard to come by
Flames of pointed mustard gas
seep into pores
longing for the relief of forgiveness …

Has the world always been this hateful? Spiteful,
Thoughtless skirmishes
Belie the bitter truth:
hucksters of this vicious consciousness
Have cratered confidentiality
But their forlorn MO has always been the same.

Jaded, I pick scraps of
this elemental and fruitless rage
up off the forest floor.

I’ll use this, for something, better
In some expected and soon-crowning tomorrow
We all still yearn so deeply for.

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Claire Boyce  |  Contribution: 4,825

Claire Boyce is a writer, poet, and visual artist who revels in the way her soul dances as she embarks upon myriad creative endeavors. She recently published her first collect… Read full bio

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