Poems by Pierre Lynch

Poems by Pierre Lynch

SPEAK LIFE

I whisper to the winds that soothe me, “Thank you for your grace.” They smile as they pass through my spirit, sweeping up my cloth. The sun shows me his unprecedented love. I bow in awe, respecting its lovely power. The birds land near me and tweet at my feet. I sing with them. I can feel the smile we all share in our hearts. The stubborn Earth grounds me with perfect foundation. I elect to plant a flower as a token of my appreciation. How lovely the world is this day! I have a taste for the muskrat and the jackrabbit. Creator, forgive me my brutishness and bless the meal which I am about to receive. KWAAH! I am now a majestic eagle. I love you, muskrat and rabbit. But now, I must eat you!

I’m writing you a letter of resignation. I’ve been faithful to you for some time now. I left my love, my hope, my dreams for you. All I received in return: lies. Don’t get me wrong—it was fun! But how long can fun last when my heart aches? I stood by you in fear of knowing nothing else. I stood by you believing the lies. I stood by you perpetuating the lies. I made you my truth— Instead of respecting what already was the truth. I am the eldest child, a son. I am the eldest grandchild. I am the eldest nephew, the eldest cousin. I am the leading representative of my generation. You, of course, you need only the best by your side. And I was there. But no more. I’ve won my soul back. I’m fighting for life again. I want more than your crash. I want more than your paranoia and accelerated heartbeat. I want more than hiding from mirrors because when I peek into my own soul, I see my heart crying— remembering what I put myself through. So—in short—I quit. (Again.)

ICONIC PENMANSHIP

I am God. He sits at my heart and Tells me I am Him. I am part of Him. The world yells at our fusion. I forget myself. Forgetting Him in my sorrows, I am sorrowful. Though the world ignores this— I am still torn by human emotions. I am human. A representative of godly majesty. I am majestic. God’s grace moves me and I Humbly follow its course. So—yes—I am God. Though sometimes, I still cry for me.

Poems by Pierre Lynch