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Flash Fiction and Poetry by L. Michelle Harris

It (inspired by my sister)

The act does not impress.
An ignorant display
The posturing loud, empty.
It makes swagger unnecessary.
It causes fear in the posers.
It is silent in the midst of
Protest.
It moves everything
And stands completely still.
It is barely perceptible
In a slight gesture.
It appears humble
Though so obviously royal.
It can’t be written though some
Try to encase it in creeds.
It can’t be demanded nor granted
And it can’t be taken
But you can give it away.
It has no need of sympathizers
But welcomes all friends.
Its rhythm is played
But not often heard.
Those confident of it
Have never known it at all.
Those that possess it
Can lead no one to it.
Without it you can live
But it won’t be easy.
I wish I could tell you
But I barely know it myself.

3 comments:

joehebden April 28, 2010 at 11:13 AM  

Well written poem.

L. Michelle Harris April 28, 2010 at 1:36 PM  

Thank you. And thanks for stopping by. LMH

Brahm (alfred lives here) June 9, 2010 at 11:56 PM  

Very nice poem - glad I stumbled across your blog!

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