By Liz Darcy Jones
is the crux of love
of the symbol
of nature whether we like it or not
system’s toxic but when we attribute
or shame to each other we contribute
web gives us our lead
irreverent and shameless
holds every one blameless!
we do not learn and douse ourselves
shame and blame’s dirty oil
which then inflame
hearts’ already desert soil
we appreciate our system’s toxic
accept each one of us forgets
one to which we’re born –
us to honour all its non-judgemental wild?
I harden arteries with blame and shame
be the bloody love which pumps
heart of every creature, man and child?
is the type of blood to keep the world alive
is the blood without which we will not survive.
Some say we need shame to bring us to our knees in grief…
Accept its presence [beat] but make your meeting personal and brief.
is unattended guilt, and guilt – painful prompt to acts of
calls for gentle understanding, shifts the silt
pain, regret, self-harm
asks me (me, alone since others’ lives I do not own)
I toxifying our system further with my shame and blame
learning to play clean in nature’s game?
for nature’s game
insists not one of us is left out –
often gives the tiniest player greatest clout!