I was dead during the day at the office
It was I, who followed me home for dinner
I, left me feeling empty in the evening
Still I thought I could be slept off over night
In the morning I prayed to God never to leave me
for forgiveness can never be redeemed
Yet nothing was done
So, forgetting the night before I carried on as usual
Tardy for this, too late for that, too quo kid to care
Scratching my chest
With a Bliss this small I'd stop
Each day's the same
death followed me
over night awake
Never redeeming, nor ransom free
In the morning I never left me
I did end up writing that letter to Kristen Stewart
the letter that my sponsor said may not be a good idea to write
he said it escalated
by writing her
I can see what he's saying
it’s like writing to you
to write to her
wait (as if I’m KS)
I’m a little confused
if you love her
how can you love me?
wherefore - don’t forsake me on this one
you'd think he's my Lord and Master
though if you should meet him
he'd talk some sense into you.
who am i kidding?
if push came to shove
I’d choose KS.
I mean c'mon
she’s a fractured heart
and takes my breath away
Maybe we like being held captive
the need to feel victimized
in love poetry
like troubadours singing,
'a hey and a **, what about me'
'am I chopped liver, nonny, nonny?'
then, say I, alas like:
end this pain and stick a knife in me
so at least it will be the last honest feeling
(your eyes cutting deep into mine)
From XIV poems to FRZ
XIII. KS - You Spight Me Gurl
December 2014 revised today
Young girls laugh
and cut the stems with fingernails
or small blunt scissors and set them in a vase
rough cut flowers
husks by next month
after the water has dried
their stems touching crystal.
Weighty as feathers
desiccated while in bloom
touched the moon
only a shadow
of their former selves
brides of the clouds
like statice, lavender, eucalyptus,
is nothing but lashes
claws of petal
they don’t care if they are hollow
if their throats are silent
wear iron smiles
the very bitterness in them
is just a bough of hours
©marywinslow2016 all right reserved. This is an old poem included in my collection of poems with Jeff Stier
Love Time Left Behind Tears
Eyes Lost Dark Heart Pain
Feeling alone all day
Your sun hands inside a falling man
time heart life eyes feel day mind night things left find long light people soul face pain lost thought good head keep smile inside sun hands place hold hope hand fall man body thing dark
leave live beautiful skin tears hear thoughts sky days cold better hard broken going feeling dreams god mine lips best remember deep free true stay years forever knew air moment felt care open sleep happy fear told black dream death blood untitled breath times blue girl sweet call close walk cry hair help sure today white full touch die stars dead turn bed loved wanted red real truth voice morning water kiss forget hurt wrong longer hate wind fire rain arms friends empty beauty waiting friend matter feet stand high side work memories wonder moon earth change room living darkness lies write bad understand sound break word watch start sit person thinking kind rest fingers song door making ground play warm silence sea strong hearts great finally talk falling lie slowly sad speak small perfect set wait fight held leaves soft filled move holding knowing bright reason feels feelings alive bring apart peace heard lay mouth read hide reality laugh mother realize eye grow lives coming young child poem big dance happiness listen breathe looked chest clouds wake human leaving turned future fell worth space reach dear green story trees guess house taste second boy afraid glass music running walls late floor tired memory meant called sense three year cut men sing beneath sight nights joy lonely meet point lose met takes fast single till poetry watching fly chance loving half brain bones beat silent hours summer tongue ocean burning children asked walking family burn land simple fine window sitting trust waves woman clear bit ready path tree learn ways moments power easy fill flowers dying pretty pieces lot ago quiet born money simply crying lights road pass forgotten front needed step started smoke hot share heaven baby lines escape heavy shadows desire souls wings save war emotions tear warmth worry ears standing scared paper control tomorrow dust promise pull stuck smell wall drink form piece 2 writing safe mirror flesh slow walked stare hidden return smiles caught winter passion game goodbye father pure blind fact sadness star scream strength art hit written tonight 3 tight street question fun answer embrace catch follow short hoping school weak rise scars spent breeze lungs spirit eat teeth car shine nature died veins neck top moving sat loves dry breathing playing talking storm sick telling whisper sand snow comfort happen gold brought book birds sounds gentle color happened faces legs laughter loud wild dancing 1 places universe endless fate stood exist golden shadow crazy grass choose city keeps skies distance broke hurts nice knees pray cool stopped awake heat minds doubt learned stone flow pick lived grey closed everyday carry throat meaning course stories sorrow turns spring passed rose freedom regret wanting existence growing coffee remain lead faith changed missing kisses closer
I needed that
I wanted you
But I got
What He gave.
when the mind becomes numb
a skull can be dissected to show its cavities
cavities are the orbit of the eyes
an old Indian saying?
I noticed you really just want to annihilate me
not comfort you.
There is a blood meal in me
ready to explode
a tombed implosion
an imprisoned womb.
But it's too late for that
time is personal
and lately, voices
I fear the indecipherable is now decipherable
I see in Moriah, Jonah, Tyler incredible nations
Cree, why didn't you listen to me?
can you ******* saliva?
get over it!
the skull was dissected to show the cavities of the orbit of the suns.
PAR(R)APHRASES TO BE ENGRAVED IN BRONZE
A time bomb
That swallows its tail
A lot of talk about human rights
almost nothing about human responsibilities
Number one human responsibility
To respect human rights
Return to democracy for what
To see the same film over again?
To see if we can save the planet
Without democracy nothing is saved
Third and final call
Individualists of the world unite
Before it's too late
----- --- -----
Either they draw up once and for all
The encyclical letter on survival
Or I'll have to put it in writing myself
Weeps at the top of his voice
Your Lord Jesus Christ
Domingo Zárate Vega
Alias the eco loco of the north
There are eternities but not so many
The planet can't take it any more
Parra, Nicanor, 1914-2018
After-dinner declarations / Nicanor Parra ; translated and with an introduction by Dave Oliphant. 1st ed. Austin, Tex.
Host Publications, c2009.