Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

Dern

 

Hidden, secret, unrevealed thoughts leak into vessels otherwise meant

To share light, warmth, also a measure of comfort. Akin to damaged

Music boxes, these ampules often make known skirmishes encased

In lovely glass.

 

If not for tears’ streaks or ruddy cheeks, such struggles might remain

Invisible, veiled by half smiles else thinned lips surrounding curt

Discourse. It’s irregular for stoic folk to disclose innermost cuts

Of hurt.

 

Contrariwise, parties sensitive to passion’s processes might detect a

Faint anguish, a central valley so deep as to obscure all rays, balm.

A bleak place where propitiousness has withered and courage has

Died.

 

 

 

 

Unwarranted Esteem

 

Prima ballerinas, mafia bosses, bike club presidents, hedge fund babies,

Other “entertainers” fail to notice goodness in performance-free living,

Moreover, might keep asking grown-up children for goals, rather than

Encouraging descendants to embrace morality’s diachronous rectitude.

 

Dof sorts, contrariwise, remain blithe concerning darb behaviors; they

Staw locked in the vexillology of foolish fame, fortune, otherworldly

Assigning of worth to tosh. Few among such folks realize the weight

Of conveying personal growth’s advantage to our future generations.

 

If we’re to haud important heights, to sidestep ethical cenotes, then it’s

Best to tout the merits of “authentic lifestyles.” Yet, we’re mystified by

Prescribed postures. Perhaps, what’s needed isn’t recommendations but

Tacit examples of virtuosity. Sparkles, else bank, never, ever rebuilt us.

 

 

 

 

 

Demulcent

 

Soft actions, akin to beadwood poultices, bring healing. After all, it’s the

Salving of sundry sorts of feelings that’s concomitant to therapeutic ends.

See, larikins plus other scoundrels provide no emollient effect to anguish.

 

Soothing expressions, in contrast, can cull restorative energy, can construct

A calming impact on pulchertude-filled souls, can erase the crepitus found

Amid harsh ideas. Mild easing, allows, perhaps, the respawning of purpose.

 

When mollifying minds racing like chess engines, dissuading performative

Choices, palliative actions abide no malfeasance or ponderous restorations.

Rather, they assuage character in dearests reaching for benevolence’s acro.

 

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