-Zoë Lianne
my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
"A last request—grant it, please.
Never bury my bones apart from yours, Achilles,
Let them lie together . . .
Just as we grew up together in your house"
Patroclus to Achilles
The Iliad - Homer
Maybe I do remember.
The quiet thoughts in dark corners during rainy days or sunny mornings.
I remember losing. Losing against thoughts that snuck up on me.
Is that form beside me a friend? It whispers to me, like a friend would, like we share a secret.
It’s the secret to why I feel like this. The whispers are heavy when they reach my ears. Words with weight to them.
My knees shake. It’s cold. It's the rain. Is it the light breeze? There’s sun. We’re holding hands. We’re holding hands. We’re holding hands.
I don’t know what’s gripping me. I don’t know what’s holding me down.
I can’t stand up.
It won’t let me go. It’s in my legs, in my arms. Weight, so much weight. It holds my hand. And it whispers.
The heart is supposed to fall
In love,
And for someone
But mine is quiet,
Still at it’s place
It doesn’t beat in sync with someone’s
But it beats for me
I’m not giving it up
But wear it on my sleeve
And treat it gently
I’m struggling,
Stumbling like a failing tightrope walker
I turn and want to blame someone
For sabotaging the rope,
For distracting me
But there’s no one but me
I abandoned safety net and balancing pole
Instead there’s darkness waiting should I fall
There’s no way of knowing what’s down there
Should I tumble, would I crack?
Should I fall, would I break?
Should I jump, would I
Die
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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