Whether it’s young, in dire need of leniency,
or old enough to be forgiven or forgotten,
it’s not life that is alluring; it’s the photographs
that we take of it.
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Tag: forgiveness
Never asking forgiveness
I have always suspected that the model autobiographer
would be a eulogist dwelling upon the preexisting innocence
and the final struggle to maintain its appearance, admitting that,
despite advising others to live with their eyes wide open,
he hardly ever dared to raise his gaze above the shadows
on the pavement, yet never asking forgiveness
for stepping on them.
The temptation of agony over something that doesn’t seem to matter
If only I could believe in a sentence that begins with ‘I’ and ‘myself,’
one that soothes the gripping drama of coffee beans in a howling grinder,
one that covers the silence with ‘One too many mornings’ on the turntable,
one that sums up a man’s life without conveying persuasive language,
one that perhaps this once I myself would dare to resist falling for,
except the forbidden never asks for forgiveness, and that’s the sentence.
In a wilderness of mirrors
It is truly baffling how easily we forgive a young, beautiful woman pretty much anything.
No matter how you look at it, it is unfair to her less appealing sisters that she can get away
even with a ridiculous hat that looks like a lampshade as long as she asks with an innocent
smile, So how do I look? And you can never be sure what, in her opinion, constitutes cute
or gross, for that matter, until you realise that in all her splendour she has also got nothing
but a crooked mirror.
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