Tag Archives: f-poetry
F ~ Poem
Internal pain
a constant constriction
positioned where I cannot see
where I cannot know
completely
which leades to hyper-awareness, constant thought
and question focused inward
I feel week
I feel confused
I am sensitive
and vulnerable.
I want so badly to curl up
yet I am restricted to my right side.
I wonder what is festering of growing inside of me,
cells forming,
impossible life?
Bacteria, pain
In this moment I do not feel whole
let me say that the physical pain is not excruciating or unbearable but the mental effects are deafening.
F ~ Poem
Soil Sun and Sleep are my Holy Words
A whispered rush of blows
echo
wind blown tissue paper petals
dissolve is swelling
eddies
this is my keeping of time
where the
unraveling of
lace
measures my months
(I adore that line)
and the forming of rigid ribs tells me that spring is near,
as is the diminishing of my locks.
F ~ Poem
A body of liquid aged to amber, that never slept
yet smelled of dusk
a seeker of sanctuary
now the lengths between where you are and where I stand
is the whisper of wind
letting what remains
be flame
and a quenching sea
F ~ How I Became a Moan
How I became a moan
a hinged open jaw that is neither a sigh nor a scream
yet yields veins to loop
bodies to conform
to choke
to rise
lengthening the nape of my neck, lifting chin
to let the pedestal of ideal images falter
thrashing them in the acids of my plump stomack
I am embers, fed by the ashes of the weak minds:
should and ideal
*** This is a work in progress