xxanastasiaxx

edited for journal poetry day...(almost forgot again) I had a haiku I wanted to post but I don't feel like going all the way back in my journals to look for it..so it's this instead ...because I like it..and well...just because..

Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
made by some giant scissors,
I do not know.
Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear,
I do not know.
Perhaps God is only a deep voice
heard by the deaf,
I do not know.

Perhaps i am not one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot excape from it
I would like to fly out of my head,
but that is out of the question.
It is written on the tablet of destiny
that I am stuck here in this human form.
That being the case
I would like to call attention to the problem.

There is an animal inside of me,
clutching fast to my heart,
a huge crab.
The doctors of Boston
have thrown up their hands.
They have tried scalpels,
needles, poison gasses and the like.
The crab remains.
It is a great weight.
I try to forget it, go about my business,
cook, open and shut books,
brush my teeth, tie my shoes.
I have tried prayer
but as I pray the crab grips harder
and the pain enlarges.

I had a dream once,
perhaps it was a dream,
That the crab was my ignorance of God.
but who am I to believe in dreams?

-Anne Sexton.