Move

slipping away is too easy
they’ll look behind the billowing curtains
so no hiding
the road for retreat is crowded
too many give up daydreaming too soon
so keep imagining
you can’t claw your way back into the womb
so plant your feet and grow a spine

the dance is short and the music loud
you may have to speak up
trying is the best part
the chances are there to be taken
wring every drop from yourself
you have their attention
they’re not not waiting for you so move

Sweet Boy

 

pacing at 2am
with soft footfalls
trying not to awaken him
there would be enough to do later
no real solid thought
to try to capture
just a jumbled mass of feelings
panic was briefest
denial came next
healthy dose of fear running throughout
could I do this
was this really happening to me
looking down at the huge, distended shape of my belly
and the little one’s feet and fists knocking on my womb
I was so excited I did not know what to do except pace
for over an hour
until I showered
and that helped calm my nerves
until he woke up
and comically lost his ever-present cool
as I appeared serene
was he as scared as I
as we drove to the hospital
in the middle of the night
when the lights all seemed bright
and the countryside so different
we walked long corridors and spent 20 hours in a blur of activity
until later that summer night
as exhaustion was close
our sweet, sweet boy
was welcomed into the world
and joy overtook everything

Inspiration Passed By

 

wracking, wrenching
gouging, gauging
thinking, thumbing
pulling, pouring
gnashing, gnoshing
testing, tossing
resting, rushing
cuddling, coddling
balking, bumbling
hallow, hollow
lunacy, larceny
idiot, inspired
possible, possessed

Screaming Scars

picking carefully each step through prickly needles
you’ve walked this path before
the fear now has a different taste
more coffee than rye
there are a few on the edge of the wood
offering platitudes
filling an empty space falsely
there are memories that may not be real
but imagined daydreams
to help make sense of the words
there are living scars
that scream with each step
but you can’t be still
you’ve uncovered this path for yourself
now keep going

Torn

 

Torn apart on the bleakest day
I’m scattered to the winds
Like dandelion wisps
Across skies and fields
Pushed beyond my ken

I long to rest my weary head
Halt my frantic pace
To plant my feet
Unfurl some roots
To just sit still and breathe

When the pieces are picked up
And I’m pulled together again
Who will it be
How will they see
And will they want me still

Rushing through
Broken and cracked
Tired and spent
Senses stripped
This is how I am

Torn apart again and again
The barrage never ends
Don’t discount me
Don’t forget me
I’ll keep my words in the wind

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