Sunday, May 20, 2018

faithness


faithness


my biggest fear
is dying faithless
and wrong about God’s
abandonment

my biggest fear
is that I will forget
who I am and whose I am
to kill another year of bunny hopes

my biggest fear
is remembering
that I was once loved wrongly
and deserved to be

my biggest fear
is leaving poems to mold
among my father’s in the attic
my son also, left, shirking in guilt
three generations old

my biggest fear
is that I will try my best
to love
and find instead rejection
or worse yet, indifference

John Lennon wrote that at its simplest
there are two things only:
Fear and Love

my biggest fear
is “faithness” has gone the way of Faith
leaving Love too narrow to convince us
of our worthiness
      lila pittard levy may 2018

while the birds


while the birds


while the birds slip into their songs
of betrayal and yearning
I listen with interpreter’s ears
hearing laments
and despondence reverberating

(I could be wrong in my translations)

I am vast in my wanting
I must be rid of this burden
carried for years
on the backs of my loves
now deposited in my throat
and burning

or like a bile risen
on Easter morning
after three decades
in a putrefying cave
inside my own chest

(and people wonder why I retract)

But I am risen this morning
with a tentative hope
like birdsong
away now in the distance

lila.p.levy, may 2018