Dear dear,
I have seen that beautiful life. Over these ten days, I have woken alongside the miracle of you, watched the light linger a little longer on the horizon of your back, held the fruit you shared with me like a lover’s chin, laughed at the jokes I couldn’t always understand but still found funny, tumbled in your body as though I might never have it again, did nothing at all in your thick, honey arms, gazed at the sky of your eyes and the earth of your feet and I loved and I loved and I loved the small, warm universe I had found.
It is obvious: this quiet life is quite a life too. But much of this comfort is punctuated by a reality that all happy things are wed to disaster. Outside, death lurks. There are people gasping apocalyptic air. My personal concerns slosh around in the deep waters of my leaking heart. And I worry that we will learn nothing, that we will go back to complacent normal after all of this, a normal which created this, a normal which will create worse than this, too.
I do not want this outcome, dear. I do not want to be scared, to continue to remain exasperated, to take small, startled breaths and announce that yes yes, this is it, a life. I do not wish to be consumed by argument, by the bold betrayals, by regret, by the feeling that I could’ve been something more if only I was something more in the first place. I do not want to wait until I am old. I do not want to stay here and ask: should I tiptoe into love? Should I sink?
Being here has shown that I have spent my life to spend my life. Tedium consumes. There is this to work on and of course that too and I have probably put these things off for too long.
More is at stake. Everything is.
Nowadays, it is an act of defiance to simply be. There is nothing bolder on such glum mornings and tattered nights than to just live lightly.
You are that light. You are that life. With you, though humanity is grounded in a total sickness, I can feel all of what humans have made and wanted. I see the dangerous delight, the fields of flowers that spread pollen across the world, the lemonade that can summon summers, the fact that spirits exist and they are made of our laughs, or at least, our careful smiles.
Each morning, I cannot help myself from grinning at this wonderfulness, your wonderfulness. For in this historical time, I am learning how to write that history of love, to fill the blank pages with nothing more than holding you close in silence.
Yours yours yours,
Kacper
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Posted by jennystallent | April 4, 2020, 10:36 pmSuch simple beauty
Posted by Bidisha | April 4, 2020, 10:55 pmNicely written. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Posted by jrrjr1976 | April 5, 2020, 9:23 amthank you!
Posted by kacperniburski | April 5, 2020, 10:48 amYour first paragraph swept me into a dream and held me there, to the end of your piece. ✍️👏
Posted by Michele Lee Sefton | April 6, 2020, 6:54 pmNow to work on the rest of it!
Posted by kacperniburski | April 6, 2020, 7:54 pmWell, you are off to a captivating start!
Posted by Michele Lee Sefton | April 6, 2020, 8:34 pmSo good.
I will definitely follow ur page on instagram.
Posted by Mani Agnihotri | April 7, 2020, 10:21 pmThanks!
Posted by kacperniburski | April 8, 2020, 7:45 amAbsolutely beautiful, my friend.
Posted by K L | April 15, 2020, 1:08 pmAbsolutely amazing🌹🌹🌹
Posted by georgettet1122 | April 17, 2020, 8:36 pmHey Georgette, you write poetry?
Posted by Johnny Smith | April 21, 2020, 1:12 pmTy No name!🌹🌹🙏🙏… or do you perhaps have a name?
Posted by georgettet1122 | June 9, 2020, 2:52 pmAnd yes… I do…
Posted by georgettet1122 | June 9, 2020, 2:55 pmDo you take 2 months to reply to everything?
Posted by No name | June 9, 2020, 3:01 pmI’m just receiving this message…my apologies, you sent this 2 months ago?
Posted by georgettet1122 | June 9, 2020, 3:02 pmYes. I was trying to invite you to my blog called “Words of Beauty”. Just to support me and inspire me because you have nice words.
Posted by No name | June 9, 2020, 3:06 pmI am following… Love your post of Bruce Lee!!
Posted by georgettet1122 | June 9, 2020, 3:11 pmI can assure you I would never ignore any comments or messages No name… and I do thank you for taking the time to reach out… hope you have a wonderful day!🌹🌹☀️☀️
Posted by georgettet1122 | June 9, 2020, 3:08 pmThe poem paragraphs are so long. I’m not a powerful reader.
Posted by Johnny Smith | April 21, 2020, 1:11 pmThis is so beautiful. Thanks for saying so eloquently what is far to painful for most of us to express.
Posted by mariaebeth | April 22, 2020, 1:50 pmJust wow👌 what intense and heat warming expression 👏👏👏So poetic and pure👍
Also thanking you for liking my poem🙏
Posted by Aparna Gautam Panda | April 26, 2020, 10:36 amNo problem! Great stuff.
Posted by kacperniburski | April 27, 2020, 12:02 am*heart warming ( typo error🙃) ! Lockdown effect😀
Posted by Aparna Gautam Panda | April 27, 2020, 2:27 amAw, that was sweet. Good read.:-)
Posted by Priscilla Bettis | April 30, 2020, 6:15 pmThanks Priscilla!
Posted by kacperniburski | May 1, 2020, 8:48 pmwow! that is a gorgeous poem! thanks for seeing mine, so i could find yours.
Posted by maryvollero | May 14, 2020, 5:36 pm“the lemonade that can summon summer” – beautiful
Posted by kellinidey | August 18, 2020, 1:58 am