Don't Tell the Peacock

Bittersweet Truths and Little White Lies

Loraine Alkire
Don't Tell the Peackock

Within lack of reason
And lack of will
I find my mind still
Fights:

"Do or Die"
My warrior's cry.
Eventually the out come grim;
Yes, I will die! (so will you)

So what is the point in due?
Due Justice? No.
Do Justice
To this life of mine

That is entangled in twine
With his and hers and yours and mine
This is why I do.
In the mean between the ashes.

Once upon a time
I said with long lashes batting
"Spring has sprung and
I've begun"

And "Isn't that a glorious road
That lies ahead?"
Now having lived in that frivolity
I find myself closer to dead

Than alive, yet I thrive.
To see that spring has sprung
In the Lark birds lung
The peacock unfurls

His glory
For he yet does not know
That it is not slow,
To the day;

To the end of his story.
Shh! I will not tell,
That all is not well,
Or dampen the days of
Glory and praise.

On the young- so Naïve
But yet I shall live and smile,
Enjoying the while;
For their ignorance is bliss
As I grieve.

The kiss, the dance, the song
What can be wrong in that?
So while I grow weary
I'm out outwardly merrily,

Cheering the young ones along.

Written by Loraine Alkire on a melancholy morning on August 20, 2010

Published by Loraine Alkire

Loraine Alkire is a freelance writer and cultural humorist living in Southern California. Alkire has had three amazing careers and a lifetime's worth of experiences to draw from in love, laughter, playtime...  View profile

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  • Linda Louise Johnson8/22/2010

    Very soul stirring. Melancholy this morning maybe, but joy will come another morning. He promises!

  • Lorraine Yapps Cohen8/22/2010

    I can relate to these feelings. It's yin and yang. With happiness comes sadness. With life, death. Enjoy the gift and accept its consequences as best as we can. Thank you for this poem.

  • Theresa Wiza8/22/2010

    In the screenplay I'm writing, I use the line, "halfway to dead" – it's kind of funny, but also serious – I couldn't help thinking about it when I read your melancholy poem. Very nicely written. I think we all get to an age where we start thinking the thoughts that you were able to gather together into this beautiful poem.

  • Maria Roth8/21/2010

    Beautiful poem

  • Mike Oberg8/20/2010

    Youth is the time to feel invincible and beautiful and maybe even selfish! But we eventually learn that we're mortal and connected to everything.

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