Tara Ewer

Tara Ewer Feb 2012

The Painting in the Hospital Waiting Room

The sun.
A beacon guiding all
toward the good intentions
that grow over
where graves begin.

Time doesn't change
inside the frame.
There's only the dust
collecting.

Outside the glass
the sky
is
falling...
one
drop
at
a
time.

Written while my mom was in the hospital ICU, struggling to survive...
and my uncle was in the same ICU...
struggling to die.

Tara Ewer Feb 2012

Sip

Gimme a bottle
of your cheapest red,
and sit with me awhile.
Let's spin tales
to rival the fairies,
while old hands
spin more than time.

Tara Ewer Feb 2012

Price

I charge death
for the life he cost,
while he searches
for his fee.
'Tis I who owe you
nothing, sir,
but you can
lap my bones
for free.

From "Adopt a Metaphor" community experiment. Metaphor chosen "charge death."

Tara Ewer Feb 2012

Gnome

Promises
mean nothing.
Roses
make you bleed.
I wish that
being alone
was all I'd ever need.
The persistence of pain
reminds me
that inevitability
defines me.
The hardest scars to bear
are the ones
no one can see.

— The End —