Posts for June 9, 2023

Registration photo of Kathleen Bauer for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Registration photo of Sophie Watson for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Leech

I don’t want your forgiveness, bloodchild,
when you have your milkteeth buried 
in the blue-laced hollows of my wrist.

The hazed empty nightmare you give in  
for a word from me, for your lonely desire
for repentance, as though you could be saved.

You’re pretending to be gentle, unstitching me,
clawing my loose veins from their red innerlife
with your viperous mouth, to get inside me again,

acting like you’re holy, girl, a wine-soaked angel,
no blood to bare with only a couple of bad deeds
weighted on those wide white shoulders.

Yet you are only minuscule, small enough to cage
yourself in the earthen tunnels of my heart,
leech curled domesticated in my wasteland arms.

After leaving of our love to rot wild in the creek,
you feast on its remnants, swirl around its death
like the sick fuck you are, bloated on memory.

I will gut you in seconds with my fingernails,
so thank me for this small grace: I’d kill you
quickly with a breath of what I really think,

and hope I didn’t just hurt you like you said,
I hope I made you hurt yourself in my honor;
tasting me on your lips, summer-raw, hellish, sweet.


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Poem

Rediscovering Chaos

Over the years, I’ve grown to rely on ordered rows, line leaders, tape markers dictating
my next step.  I submitted to the mindless procession toward a future preordained,
a diploma whose letters I had been inscribing since I first learned
to march single file.  Shoving me into the “real world”
is like releasing a rescued animal into the wilderness after she has forgotten
the feeling of sodden earth on her paws.  I meander,
       searching for the familiar, waiting for codes of conduct to build fences
               for me, for parents to feed
                              me correct decisions.
                                                 The further I wander from graduation day, the further I journey 

          into a forested labyrinth

                    of winding trails choked with rampant possibility,

                                                                                                                                   all open to me. 

                                                                                      Where do I go from here?

  The answer intoxicates the wildest
 
                                                                                        part of me, the reckless dreamer ordered

                                                          lines could never tame:

                                                                                                                                              anywhere


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Poem

An Appalachian Delight

You were seven.
Your long brown curls 
Swinging at your waist 
As we trailed along 
Through the woodline
Past the ol’ farm dumping grounds 
Beyond the crooked creek 
And just near the clearing of daffodils 
“There!” “And here, momma!” You shouted. 
Your little voice rang out with joyous abundance.
I turned to find you
With your shirt bundled like an apron basket 
Full up with your “biggest find ever!”
A treasure trove of tastey morels 
The excitement that lit up your eyes
Your cheesy, snaggle-tooth grin
Those rain boots with the polka dots and bows
We brought home your haul 
In your little red wagon
Buckets full–
“Kentucky Dryland Fish”
A springtime treat! 


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Poem

Along the Journey

Anniversaries aren’t just for the joys;
Life’s sorrows need remembering too.
Grief demands mile markers – 
“She would have been 13 today.”
“This was the day of his surgery.”
“They would have been married for four years.”
“This was when the accident happened.”
Times to pause and reflect 
On what was lost, 
On who is gone…
On what remains, 
On who is here. 


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Poem

Grounded

the answers sometimes

fall in the curve of your smile

or in the rhythm of your hips

an open mouth sunset

full of heat and salt

where I can feel the earth’s

heartbeat

every 26 seconds

 

in those moments

I feel 

most alive 


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Poem

Inside the Dancing Garden

Inside the Dancing Garden

Come with me
inside the dancing garden.
Come taste. Come see.
Come join me in this wild.

I know what they say,
“Don’t trust a woman in a garden.
She may offer you an apple,
as round as a breast,
and as ripe as possibilities.
You will never recover 
from your mouth on her satin skin,
or your hands tracing curves 
previously unknown.

The first, soft bite into her tender skin, 
flushed red with passion,
will be your ruination,
and her sweet juice
will linger in your mouth
long after you have had your fill.
Don’t trust a woman in a garden.
She may offer you fruit,
and you may take it.” 

But I say, think of everything you will learn
when you taste the fruit of this tree of knowledge, 
there’s so much to know
about fruit flesh, about Love,
about good. In the dancing garden
there is no evil.

I will feed you mangos
’til your cheeks blush it’s colors,
of sunset and oranges.
Come take my flesh,
slick and moist,
and hold it, hot
like summer in your hands.

Let me take you
back to nature, baby.
Come with me to this dance.
We will move in perfect time,
your body flush with mine,
in this dancing garden,
this Eden calling.

Come, we will dance,
and dance, and dance.

 


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Poem

Asunder

I’ve been collecting looms.

Big with levers and ratchets and cranks and
small full of nail heads to hold
the looping folds of string transforming
                    slow at
the start then
                    fast to a bit
of cloth.

I could turn this into anything.

I keep never understanding how wrapped warm
I have been and safe in the warp and
weft of the universe until the threads tear
loose and 
leave me
                    torn.


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Poem

Midsummer Night’s Dream

I stare at a tree behind the
stage at Central Park

Watch sunlight shape it,
transform white light to yellow

orange and finally beautiful burning red
background to Shakespeare in the Park

natural stage lights as dark descends
around us, and a green heron flies overhead.


Registration photo of Ann Haney for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Orators in my Head

Orators in my head
Have no manners  

Talking all at once
They rattle with words
 
The jittery winged
Roaches rustle in the muck  

Do I free them from their torment
Keep them from a muddy grave  

My end of day frequency makes them scramble
Resisting the taste of my voice, they take flight  

Their torn broken wings flapping fast making
Slanted silhouettes as they slip out of sight  

A muted buzz follows the wind through the trees
Sleep is now a whisper away