"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Sunday, May 29, 2011

An Argument


What you forget, is that sometimes I believe you

and sometimes I love your lies just like the truth.

How carefully you cover up your scars,

though love feels like the outline of a bruise.

Nothing has ever been born that didn’t break,

so why should you be less, or be ashamed?

One night, you stopped me and pointed out stars,

worried that they would fade.

“Some of them,” you said, “are already gone

and we’re seeing the light that remains.”

I said, I didn’t believe the stars stopped burning

and somehow, they must always go on.

You laughed, when you could have argued

and so easily proved me wrong

I remember, you said, “Let’s go inside.”

and how lightly you kissed me then.


                                         -Brent Allard


  1. so light and so strong. i like it a lot.

  2. A thouthtless eight to much on the ice and you have fishes in your heart again. Very nice:-)!

  3. Damn, that first stanza, who in love has not felt that. Good poem, man.

  4. @Kerryn, Thank you!
    @Anonymous, what an interesting way to say that. Thanks!
    @Jazz, Great to hear that, that's something I've wondered. Thank you!

  5. and why are there tears in my eyes? this resonates too close for comfort! im not reading anything else. im pouring a glass of red wine and thinking about creating food-magic! :-))

  6. Thank you Eben, very much. I'm glad it hit home with you. It definitely speaks to a complex emotion in me!