Soothing inhalation of love's pink air
stokes red the furnace of my drumkit heart
beating. Beating concordant thoughts that snare
rhythmic hums that crescendo to kick start
the exalted exhalation of love.
Passing melody escapes parted lips,
a caged-bird free, singing of hope above
insecurity's storm: writhing tempest
that returns solemn to mindful eddies,
where tired souls find compassionate solace
in that rest between breaths, for once at ease
with realities of life's great promise.
Love's warm caress thaws shadowed doubts of mine;
with broken earthly bonds, praise my Divine!
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
Rain-slicked
Asphalt repulses
Black tread rubber
Pushing me off-course
No longer heading home
Instead bearing to confront
Mother Nature’s fenced border
Chain-linked crooked limbs weaving
Disaster and death into my tapestried
Life and her children taunting chanting
Red Rover Red Rover let the human come
Over yet I fail to break
their linked arms
Instead my glass shield is
sharply pierced
One arm through reaching for
my throat
Grasping Suffocating Closing Ending
Before fright wide eyes
Witnessing
Crash
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 11:09 PM UTC
Son, I remember smiling faces who
gathered around the television’s glow. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked each one.
"Yes, Mamaw," they sang out to
me like precious songbirds, my family.
Son, I remember faces who
gathered around the television. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked each.
"Yes, Mamaw," they sang to
me like songbirds, my family.
Son, I remember who
gathered around television. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked.
"Yes, Mamaw," sang to
me like, my family.
Son, remember who
gathered around. "Are
you?" I asked.
"Yes, Mamaw," to
me, my family.
Son, who
gathered. "Are
you?" Asked.
"Yes," to
me, family.
Who
"Are
you"
to
me.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Praying undue forgiveness, I am numbed to fetal
in experience, birthed by prosaic desperation
to fathom life, or death, in this pill: Prozac
succubus, an offering of soothing bliss
too distant, quivering, to reach,
motherless fawn, stumbling
to my knees repenting
regrets repeatedly,
muttering God,
unheard,
alone.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
"Hide in here."
I shut the shelter,
securing my sister
within the hanging
fabric shells,
shrouding her
in my protection.
The first bomb erupts,
shattering peace into pieces
of cheap glass,
coating the floor
like ice on a bridge. Danger,
bridge freezes before road.
Mom begins to wail,
but the siren signals too late
to escape the collision:
His words—Her heart.
And I will never fear
Sticks and Stones.
Instead, I will fear
Words. Disgustful
syllables strung together
to guillotine my mind.
I wish it had been me
sealed inside the shelter.
"Dad is home."
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
Fear standing atop crumbled clifftop.
A fleeting breeze whispers to me "what’s next?"
My Earth corrodes, this tearwater runoff
lifting fertile soil. Memories cropped;
despaired debris remains in frame. Perplexed
fear standing atop crumbled clifftop.
Two arms spread wide, frantic, balance I sought.
"Resist," whispers the breeze, "and breathe, reflect:
my Earth corrodes, this tearwater runoff
you precipitated; my ruin you wrought."
My toes begin to peek: the sea. Obsessed
fear. Standing atop crumbled clifftop
we teeter with unease that love means naught
when trust already sunk below the crest.
My Earth corrodes. This tearwater runoff
shall carve away our ache, and so we fought
against the chance that our love could contest
fear. Standing atop crumbled clifftop,
my Earth corrodes this tearwater runoff.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC