Michellia Wilson
Poetry Marathon Hour 8 (2021)
MY MIND
During your absence,
I absorbed the lavender goodness of Hollyhocks,
plucking a stem with her toppled skirt of beauty,
I turned her upside down and made her dance across the picnic table
with the four ‘o clocks in her shadow…
During your absence, the confused essence of me
pushed away the light and I rested in my rocker
Counting darkness in undefined increments…
During your absence,
I searched for something that just wasn’t there,
stopped by the edge of a broken window pane, my world splintered by weathered wood and dust from years of looking for something that doesn’t exist.
Spot on with this one. The word picture touched me.
Thank you!
Thank you for your feedback. I am grateful for the things you shared about this poem.
This poem has such lovely imagery! Love love this line:
“plucking a stem with her toppled skirt of beauty,”
I agree with jennifervera and Cinzia – so much packed into this poem, from the title framing the stanza to the repetitive lines to the metaphors… haunting and beautiful!