What Becomes......

What becomes of the eyes
when you linger still?
What becomes of the dance
when you surrender your will?

What becomes of the thunder
when you want to feel the rain?
What becomes of pleasure
when you sing through the pain?

What becomes of ice
when you're addicted to the fire?
What becomes of the bird
when you balance on the wire?

What becomes of mercy
when you feel surrender call?
What becomes of standing
when you give in to the fall?

What becomes of here
when you are never there?
What becomes of truth
when you always take the dare?

What becomes of cold
when you surrender to the heat?
What becomes of endings
when you never feel complete?

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

Your questions move like a quiet tide... each one brushing against the edge of longing, change, and the places where certainty slips. There’s a beautiful ache in how you hold opposites together: stillness and motion, fire and ice, surrender and will. It feels like a search for the moment where tension becomes truth, where the self finally meets itself without flinching. I love the way each line leans into that threshold. It lingers with me.

[Chris Shaw]

Searching for answers that never arrive. This poem is beautifully penned Brandon. Questions without answers lead to a feeling of apprehension and unease. Unresolved doesn’t add up to contentment. Your poetic expression here is quite lovely. Enjoyed the read.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel like this is looking for a closure that never comes...just when we find something adjusts to the point of making us content, something else falters and drives us back into that feeling of unease.
Maybe we strive too hard...maybe we just need to let peace come to us in its own time.
j.