A mind filled by the heart sees a world full of beauty and compassion.

Contents

. ignorance . intensity . indignity . iniquity

Ignorance

to fail to notice

to avoid understanding

to lack and to want

NO TIME FOR SONG

The black birds sing along

to the refrain of the train at the end of the block

and I’m sitting outside alongside

my thoughts

in a place of impermanence

at least that is what I wish and beg of this

being to just be

while I’m growing up —

I know the never is better than saying farewell forever

to this place a little like when I was younger

feeling bound for something greater

I was so shaky and sure I could set my course

trying to ignore a voice

leading the sway from mediocrity

for all around was seen painfully, so plainly

there was something I knew I had

to prove, and I wound up finding out

aside from what I cooked up through feelings

of almost, but never there and doubt

aided in a half year boiling

upon the brim of breaking

stirred down all the bubbles

mercy’s strike fortunately reduced  the troubles

creating an acute sense of awareness

to taking care and tending the song

once sung so clearly, while lost momentarily

was all a long

still residing within me.

© Mari Amman. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry, Prose &Suche VOL I.

First edition 2023, electronic distribution. Text and Images by Mari Amman.

The poems contained within this volume were drafted circa 2006-2009, in Chicago, USA, and edited during spring 2023 in Paris, France, with the enormous support of The Trélex Residency.

Get full access to Le Lapin at lelapin.substack.com/subscribe