you were in the floor
lips white and eyes closed
our daughter and I
shared a look of fear
and all I could think
was that you couldn’t go
because we’ve got so much
Down flights and flights
Of stone stairs
Before you see a thing.
Down is not so hard
As coming back up
When your muscles
Have already hiked
the side of a mountain and back.
The view worth the struggle
Of gasping breath and
soreness the next day.
I could sit for a year
how the fears of being erased
in The midst
of desperate attempts
to prove the opposite
all day long
For the right words
The right sequences
What I’ve noted is this;
That feels remotely
I’ll avoid, overthink
Though an end doesn’t portray
adequately what’s actually
brought about an entirely new beginning
I walk out of June as a thriving woman
I’ve soaked up every word you presented
Ive felt your hearts exposure!
What could possibly compare?
I’ve stepped out of the box
that I placed myself in.
I wrote 10 different beautiful
To express with enough honor
that today’s the beginning of the end
And forget every other
pointless word blurted until now:
YOU EACH HAVE SAVED ME
from myself somehow
This month.. this year almost took me away
Until I was allowed empty pages to safely convey
the dark sides, the hope and the in betweens
God. What beautiful humans that I’ve needed to see!
[thanks to all the LexPoMo folks! I started to run out of time for reading and commenting the past 2 weeks, but I at least stayed faithful to the mission!]
in the Hilton Netherland
The air clears of smoke
while heat overtakes the place
blast furnace city
pre-teens in sequins
descend on Paycor Stadium
she told me she was
I have been feeling odd-
one moment in tune, clear,
a voice like Emmy Lou’s in my head-
but trailing off to something jarring,
like Iris Dement-the words braying
but still soaring.
I am not quite in step,
the path quavers, but rises ever forward.
I see the glory in the ashes and the flame,
in crumbled walls and smooth paths-
I am no longer certain being orderly
would solve anything.
Running the fox hunted night trail,
Rapid wind enveloped her foot fall,
Tripping her slippery as salamanders,
the earth coming up icebox cold on her chest.
Her white shirt stained as brown brassiere.
She labored in blackberry briars,
the ruby-like globes splashing her cheekbones.
Cicada songs buzzing inside her throbbing head.
Rising, she held close her newly swollen womb
assuring herself the embryo will still form.