I Want to Live in a World

By John Blase | August 19, 2013 |

I want to live in a world not prettified

but beautiful, the one that is actually here,

tart as wintergreen and rough as granite.

I want to live in a world of cashmere

and cleavage coupled with lonely churches beside

old cemeteries overgrown with moss.

I can’t breathe in the world of red bows,

the one where truth is thin and castrated, where

God’s mercies are forever sweet and swift.

I want to die in a world where it rains,

where when the sky clears there are always ribbons.

God’s justice is a little slow, but it’s sure.

Heather Kopp at SoberBoots.com on August 19, 2013 at 1:19 pm

I just love this. Wow.

fotomama986 on August 19, 2013 at 1:51 pm

Good Morning to You and thank you. I also wouldn’t mind living in that world.

Christie on August 19, 2013 at 4:46 pm

Oh yes, me too. Well, not all the time. I sometimes wish the world was more fuzzy and sweet, less sharp and beautiful. But that world, while easier, would not be so good.

S. Etole on August 19, 2013 at 5:35 pm

A world of real. Thank you for this.

jamieahughes on August 19, 2013 at 8:06 pm

“Not prettified, but beautiful.” I love it, John. Gorgeous observation.

pastordt on August 20, 2013 at 4:33 am

I’d love to pull up an old rocker on the porch in that world, John, and just listen to you ponder things. No.castrating.allowed.

Cherry Odelberg on August 21, 2013 at 1:24 pm

This is the type of true poetry that speaks and is sweet to the soul.