Pieces Poem 22

Squirming against the current Jaded in my soul I cower in a corner Afraid of what I know   Grief, apathy, and anger Has split my soul apart Broken pieces, small crumbles Dangerous pointed shards   Get up you lazy coward Pick those pieces off the…

Golden Clasps

A poor and loathesome begger Through devious channels Put his filthy long-fingers Onto the head Of a young girls golden curls “You are my child,” he muttered Blindly, his rheumy eyes cauled over “You were birthed in the ancient Fires.” She didn’t cry Even when…

Who Do You Want To Be?

Five years old, “Who do you want to be?” A pilot and a diver and a sailor on the sea. Ten years old, “Who do you want to be?” A teacher and an artist and a kind mother to three. Fifteen years old, “Who do you want to…

Shed

Pretty as can be, I feel sorry for her. While the physical seems in tact, her emotional state is out of whack. With each man, she bids farewell to another piece of herself. Never really touching life, just watching from a dusty shelf. Fed up…

The battle of wills

How does one keep their identity In such a union? The struggle pf one person’s needs over another’s? A battle of wills? The war of the poor me’s Who will win? No one I’m afraid   This is not what love is about? Love is…

Poem 22

Let me fix you Let me love you Let me see you Let me hold you Let me comfort you Let me know you Let me rely on you

mother’s clothes

she’s renting to own from two and a half different decades marriage put her into t-shirts, oversized hoodies and jeans that flare at the bottom divorce threw her back into spandex and dresses painted her lips pink again and taught her body to stop asking…

poem for the language angel

come sweet language angel i am the red sister consuming love like fire- honey falling over delicious dirt- put in the universe to grow you.- overwhelm you with emotion and words. come sweet language angel dance the light of heaven- embrace an innocent neighbor- woman,…

The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part XXII the first time I spent time at the bin, I was never so alone; three months I spent wailing, praying, begging my husband to put family first; in the bin, I accepted that it was over, but I had to hang on through…

6am

Inject me with a dose so I may feel If it hurts