[Not with]

Not with
the tallying of hidden spite,
As if etching a curse into the pages
of my empty night,
Nor with the chronicling
a
solitary love’s flight,
As if
letting blood from a vein,
in silent plight.

Nor with
the noting of a peculiar light,
Encircled
by peace’s
refracted might —
Abandon the endeavor,
oh creator of phrases!
For your words
hold naught,
the essence blazes.

Those embraced
by joy will sense its embrace,
While sorrow’s shadow
hushes with its grace.
But you,
who mark
the slightest twitch or frown,
In lines etched deep,
where reasons drown —

You’re sanctified only if you see,
truly see,
That the totality
of your notes is but debris.
So heed this lesson,
and from this truth glean,
Make a rich note of this,
let it redeem —

And begin anew,
with eyes unveiled,
For the sum of existence,
thus unveiled.

Poetry Books :

• My publication Red spider lilies ❤ Red Spider Lilies: poems from beyond the grave (Poetry By Dana Krystle) is available on Amazon https://a.co/d/1tzNFfW

• My publication Delicate Forget me nots ❤// Delicate Forget-me-nots (Poetry By Dana Krystle) is available on Amazon https://a.co/d/5NdiUDa

• My publication Pretentious Butterflies ❤ (Poetry By Dana Krystle) is available on Amazon https://a.co/d/bP00LwP