Manumit

i flutter and fluster

at a world

seeking to keep me

as commodity,

burying its barcode reality

deep in my breast.

.

the residue seeps

into the places

i cannot reach.

as you point and peel

the dessicated sepals,

i yearn

before love’s fierce appeal,

hands releasing their grasp

on what the heart knows

is real.

.

no label for other

on this perchless tree,

in the steady hover

love lives free.

.

A true companion on the path is someone who shines a light of awareness on the places within that require the expansion of love and a change of perspective. Mutual self discovery requires courage and deep gratitude for the growth in awareness of what you might have been unable to see without the reflective gaze of another.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Art by Diego Rivera, 1947

6 thoughts on “Manumit

  1. What you did here is truly amazing:
    “burying its barcode reality
    deep in my breast.
    .
    the residue seeps
    into the places
    i cannot reach.”
    This is a solid poem and the postscript is informative too.

    Liked by 2 people

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