from the inside out – The Poetry Marathon

from the inside out

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Like the keening of ancient mothers –

breast beating

throat tearing

savage grief

between bomb blasts

and gunshots

through deep, blue skies the color of lapis.

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Like the scream of birth

or death

or sex

all mysteries never truly known to us until we get there.

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Coming unhinged

for love or death

when neither seemed to be an option.

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The wind

through shuddering branches

in a hurricane

or lightning storm.

Or prayers to all the Gods to keep them standing

breathing

grieving

living

dying

arching into all of it.

R. L. Elke