NO TIME FOR SONG

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. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lelapin.substack.com/subscribe