I, Indebted

I, Indebted

A Poem by LR Young

held in one place, secure balancing
a thousand stories about myself,
my Scheherazade, wearing masks
of words. how many ways are there
to spell forgiving? each moment
it seeps like small cross stitches
or cinching button holes, if
I ever knew my great grandmother
the great granddaughter of confederate
flag bearers, before she saw
jesus and was locked up,
into electrifying conclusions
and a choking final moment in
a life before my life, overturned
in black and white healing rooms.
I want more, stretched into
your forty days, counted sleepy
and malleable, misaligned, coupling
divine we are, with both the coarse kissing
between sinews and your next
ignorant dismissal, breathing
just for the sake of tasting
coursing through the rivers
of brief concealing lives
like ribbons, all gone to silt. Dry
bedding. I feel like I,
with openness and no trembling
(out loud anyways) I could
fly south into mysteries,
all grown up now.
I’m dreaming again; it seems
I always have been.


© 2009 LR Young


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

Your dreams are familiar and real to me. I think we are all indebted to your stunning vision.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Would it be wrong to try to classify this as "compressed Ginsberg"?

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A prophet is not without honor, except in her own house.

Posted 11 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

257 Views
3 Reviews
Added on November 19, 2009
Last Updated on December 5, 2009

Author

LR Young
LR Young

Boulder, CO



About
LR Young completed her Masters in Literature in Spring of 2009. Her current emphasis is poetry, the intimacy of words and string of consciousness revelations, rhythm and imagery. It is just as Ginsber.. more..

Writing