Heavy, Love

All morning long, I told myself
these rocks aren’t heavy
the mountains are heavy

All morning long,
these rocks aren’t heavy
the weight of the sea, that’s heavy

All morning long, bending over,
lifting and tossing rocks
filling the long roll-off dumpster.

Thud, crackle, thud. All morning long
convincing myself
rocks are as light as kisses.

I am so smart.


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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2 Responses to Heavy, Love

  1. Rosemerry says:

    some kisses can be heavy as rocks

  2. Ciletti says:

    and scintillating, and make one shudder

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