Tag Archives: bravery

Stop

 

You never think
STOP
when you’re speeding
toward something
beautiful
like a sky full of storms—

all you see
is the lightning
drawing spectacular
designs on the horizon
inviting you closer—

never mind
the pencil is electricity
and to hold it
would be an act of
defiance and stupidity—

all you want
is to feel brave
and unhinged
and there’s no amount
of shock
that will slow you down.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
8-4-17

 

 

Photograph

 

It feels like I’ve said
almost everything I can
about the way I love you—
the way it feels warm to have you
in the center of my heart—
and how happy I am to wake up
next to that smile of yours
even if it’s just a picture of us
together on our happiest day
being silly and reckless
somewhere in the middle of our lives
which were never
supposed to converge like this
in the middle of nowhere—
and when I took that photo
deep in the woods, my right arm
wrapped tightly around you,
I wasn’t thinking
about the past or the future—
or the ethics of our union.
I wasn’t thinking that one day
I’d need to explain
what I was doing there with you—
that no one else would see what I see
in that joyful photograph—
all the love, beauty, bravery
and restoration—
the depth of feeling
words are powerless to express
or deny.

 

 

 

DeMaris
3-6-17

 

Restraint

Our lives expand
like the controlled
stretching of a rubber band
that snaps at the end—
and in between
our beginning and our end
when breath
is taken for granted
there is time
for music and art
and walks in the woods
with pleasant company—
and there are
the regular joys
like sweets and babies
and holiday parties—
even indulgences
that become secrets
to tell your best friend
after you’ve had
a glass or two of wine—
and who doesn’t have
a file of regrets
that have scratched
the shiny surface
of those accomplishments
we made?
Our measured risks
add up to the reputation
we have in our own little circles—
and I’m sure that mine
is sanguine in nature,
and that my vibe
belies my truth—
that I exist on a knife edge
between bravery and cowardice—
and I favor one over the other—
and no one really knows
how often I hold back
or how much—
and restraint is not
what I’ll be
remembered for—
though it should be.

 

 

 

DeMaris
1-11-17

Three Colors

“There is more than one way to see the world,”
is what I learned, finally, in college.  A painting class.
Before I heard my professor speak those words,
I lived in a tiny home with tiny parents—
and we went to a tiny church with tiny ideas.
I didn’t have permission to peek outside the doors
of my indoctrination – and to admit an innocent desire
to see the depth and degrees of what is human
would be enough to revoke my hard earned ticket
to the promised land.  But there it was – permission
granted by this man who could turn three colors
into a kingdom of sunlight and shadows!
Anxious, I went home with a thing more dangerous
than weapons – more hazardous than all my fears.
I had a new appetite.  Large, guiltless and brave.
I had new eyes that saw my dull gray world as bright.

DeMaris Gaunt
10-16-15

“Figure at a Window”
Salvador Dali, 1925