Our Realities

A blatant thought process, collaborate if you wish, play-pull apart-reconstruct.

Dragging my bones that are set for stones underneath the earth with little consequence,

The only repercussions are from the sessions of therapy my children will have to go through for losing me, too soon,

The self fuelled wire of balance that hangs in the air,

(Like the soft sweet smell of your brown curly hair)

That will forever remain in my grey matter,

No matter,

What becomes of you and I,

The moment cannot be taken away and

Can’t be betrayed by subtle violence of age on the skin

And the eyes dying pupils

Of a school that might have a tendency

(But only for me)

For losing track of the days

 

Reviews

[C.B.]

this is amazingly touching. I loved especially "The moment cannot be taken away and/ Can't be betrayed by subtle violence of age on the skin "It's such a powerful couple lines, they just ooze that epiphany that everyone craves, like suddenly realizing it is so wonderful. I really love your narrative voice in your work, because it is very strong and very real.

Great write!

[Red_Queen]

Marvelous. a great Poem.

[Jane Doe]

A very powerful poem, I like the line about the only consequence being the therapy your children will need due to losing you. This is another great piece.

[BrightEyes]

wow - there is a lot going on here it seems - the ending of something - the beginning of another. You definitely have a strong voice that is apparent in your work - what a mind you have to create this thought process. I tried to pick a few fav lines - but I find each one so very creative, speaking from a painful place, revealing such strong emotion, that I wasn't able. nicely done.

laura