For My Mother
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Daisies are white
And birds of paradise are orange, purple, and green
I’ll always love you
Who cares if the poem doesn’t rhyme?
Ice.
Dear the boy with eyes so crystal blue,
I couldn’t help but fall into,
I wish you’d had a warning sign,
“I’m not worth wishing you were mine”,
For frozen lakes look pretty too,
But one dip and you will freeze right through,
Now I wonder if I’ll ever thaw,
To be the girl I was before.
3pm
The rain is pouring down
it sounds like secrets
being told to fast
by too many people
rambling on by too many
i stopped caring what they said
years ago when my tears
were like this down pour
everyone else did what I’m doing now
raised there umbrellas
and kept walking…
8. Dear Auden
Dear Auden
You said they were never wrong
the old masters
but I walk through galleries
and any fool can tell you
all they knew was grief
Isn’t that wrong?
Shouldn’t there be
somewhere
paintings and sculptures
and music and weavings
filled with light?
How can I believe in you
the cadence of your art
its own heartbeat, its own darkness
when so much light is just beyond
the boundaries of mastery?
You promise life goes on
at least in the margins, where the boy
fell to earth and the dogs romp
and the horse is altogether happy.
But I walk through galleries
and I will tell you once again:
All I see is grief.
The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics
Part VII (Introduction to the red poppy field)
The mines are buried,
scattered discreetly
in a beautiful red poppy field;
and because red oozes through
the pores of my skin,
I find myself walking through this field
without hesitation or fear.
I ache to smell the poppies;
roll around in their essences,
pure delight to escape the rocky trail
I have walked upon for years;
I think I have lived all my life to roll around
in the poppy field – letting its beauty deceive me;
like all things beautiful, there must be looming danger..
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 2 PM
Thank you
Thank you for loving me just as I am
Thank you for being you
Thank you for never losing patience
Thank you for believing in me
Thank you for lighting the way
Thanking for holding my hand
when fear strikes
Thank you making me laugh
When all I want to do was cry
Thanking for standing you ground and
Never giving up
Thank you for being present in my life
Thank you for not ever taking our friendship for granted
Put simply Thank you for everything and
I will love you always.
Treasure Beach
The name given to four Coves in Jamaica
Nestled in the beautiful Island of sunshine
On the south coast with a people so different
The land Scape is so distinct
The closer you come the more flat plains
You see with fields of low scrub grass
so much like the Savannahs of East Africa
No treasures to be found but its a treasure
In Jamaica Land we love.
(vi)
once high upon the sullen rocks
i chanced upon a paradox,
when the rivers fury in molten might
cut through the layers of solid granite.
and all that was trivial turned profound,
in earth-shattering motion laid to ground,
and the great crumbled to eternal dust….
the art of being breathless
the air is a limited time offer a limited time luxury i sit under a lamppost and let the light pour down on me as i tell you over and over again that it’s me that’s the lucky one and i promise i’ll get to you backstab my demons and all of the no-you-cannots my brain is the vilest bully i’ve ever known shown me the hideous things i am capable of i can accept this world for its fallen ashes fallen kingdoms fallen heroes fallen faces i can respect the efforts to tame to tarnish to retreat and i’ll sit under the sun one day no more artificial light and i’ll see you there sitting with snakeskin pride and the grass is just a haven not a home we have no home no holy land to unwind unweave humanize no place to hide our faults and our worn-down weak weary faces and i’ll wonder why nothing ever breaks you i’ll wonder how you’ve become so resilient and i know this world is full of have-me-nots love-me-nots leave-me-nots fear-me-nots forget-me-nots and i realize people can never really see themselves completely no 360 degree no bird’s eye no head on collision no keyhole peephole porthole view they can only see how they affect other people they can only see other people there standing under the streetlight never seeing behind below above around themselves full of reasons to let go reasons to pay no mind reasons to misinterpret reasons to close their eyes in the darkness close their mind to the light completely covered in blind spots