To Know

that moment when you know

beyond knowing --

            sharp right at the last stop,

            turn down a dead end street,

and suddenly you are that girl

 

            the one that fed on phony words,

            as though they were god-nectar

            dripped down from a crack in the floor

                        of nirvana

 

that instant when the Bougainvillea  bites back,

and there is blood on your thumb and forefinger,

on your white dress -- the gown of a ghost,

            not the robe of a saint

 

no church bells toll for you, only funeral dirges

played on out-of-tune pipe organs,

            mocking your mistakes

 

            because you fell for it again, like a child

            who wonders at the same magic trick

            ten times and doesn’t catch the right angle

 

and now you know how it feels --

and now you understand why flowers begin to die

            as soon as they are cut,

            no matter how many chemicals

            you add to the water

Reviews

[B-poet]

A profound & deeply articulate type of write this time around. It's always nice "To Know" when you've written another great poem to add towards your illustrious catalog. Great work my favorite writing partner. A prolific write & read. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, my friend...I truly appreciate your kind words and support; means the world to me!

[Emily B]

the perfect words for a day like today . . .

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, Emily...sorry you feel this way, though I'm glad someone can relate...

[Emily B]

it is a time of growth and learning . . . fighting through