Here and There… (edited)
January 30, 2008 by Gertrude
I count seven heads
eyes closed
mouths gaping
one drowning in Parkinson’s
cruelty
saliva spewing over lower lip
the doctors say little
one only with his stare
tremors control his body
his eyes sing in sadness
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if a lesser heart beat beneath my chest
the observations my eyes declare
would surely take my sanity
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Doom
if there are no do-overs in life
no immunity codes
to help me pass through walls as I run away
I want to exit game
now would be the time
I let myself drown in lava rivers
tired of fighting
each chapter
demons
more powerful than the last
no matter–
I always cheat
–I couldn’t make it otherwise.
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she paints her face
brush in hand
stroke after stroke
perfecting the mask she hides behind
pretending creativity flows in her
after all
isn’t being able to smile through anything
a form of art in itself?
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I fell asleep last night
stories dreamt in lucidity
a way of slowly killing myself
giving up on consequences
to finally live
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Ships of the Columbia
Silently sleeping
resting
amidst static ripples
of the mighty mouth
like waves across a television
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dressed in black
-pulled from her bedroom floor
the hate belonging to her great-grandmother
rests stubborn and strong
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Blue eyes—
an easy slope
gliding into
too familiar skin
chameleonesque
transformation
beginning in her eyes
as she falls
into jealousy
—turned green
Emily! Amazing! I am so so glad to see your poetry out there for all to see. You are a true talent and an inspiring example of the importance of showing our gifts. Thank you for sharing, keep writing. You are exceptional!
Loves,
Kristin