Why We Should be Happy With Berry Jam on Table Edges

I see young people together, in love, in lust, lost, planning an event, a day or a life, and I see impatience, I see the desire for appropriation. I see conclusions rather than drifting coffee aroma, I see hard closed city alleys rather than coastlines lazily disappearing into beautiful haze. I see uncomfortable hiatuses, wounded silences, I see complaints where there should be enquiries. I see good times as planned methods instead of uncapped madnesses.   My heart breaks to see ordinariness being discounted so deeply. Nobody likes a small life, but nobody can ignite the heart without seeing light glisten in a raindrop. And why is it so difficult to let life unfold in its uncomplicated munificence instead of trying to continually force its hand? There’s only so much that the heart or a life can manufacture, as the machinery will be wrenched and what will come out will maim.   Let each other be free, I say, let the other fail. In the frailty will lie the kernel of the strength of what both of you will mean to each other. Beyond pretense, beyond the need for proof, beyond the desire to make a point.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on how small things can be so big in our lives: <ul><li><a href='https://open.spotify.com/episode/3LRNhW53ET3O69PejiA8sN?si=uguCWBjtSYKHa4RTT_kMRQ'>Living in a World Deficient in Hugs</a></li> <li><a href='https://open.spotify.com/episode/7ffsc7baYoSusbg5Brlb7a?si=XqpliEg3SH2yYDLHHejsSA'>My Mother is Full of Water and Ready for Sonography</a></li> <li><a href='https://open.spotify.com/episode/50eC1SzSFSZusFM8Y76Rx3?si=QmbWS_XaQvqOlzSRL8xLUA'>One Morning, The Ants</a></li> </ul> <p><a href='https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-vzibf-1038c51'>Follow me on Instagram a</a>t <a href='http://www.instagram.com/sunilgivesup'>@sunilgi</a><a href='http://www.instagram.com/sunilgivesup'>vesup</a>.</p> <p>Get in touch with me on <a href='mailto:uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com'>uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com</a></p> Subscribe to my incandescent and poetic newsletter The Uncuts here -