In My Head

In My Head

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison
"

The voice in my head.

"

Mother's angelic wings

fall like giant wet snow flakes,

piling against the door frame,

soaking the sills.

Notes sung high and wafting,

peppering and basting the swollen air;

a constant buffering of

intention and hope.


My subtle attempts at ingenuity

curved and lofted over a guarded plate.

Mother swings, my arms

attached at the root,

striking a balance

between what she thinks reasonable

and how hard I am willing

to swing against her back.


© 2014 Kristina Moulaison


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Added on February 16, 2014
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Kristina Moulaison
Kristina Moulaison

Bellingham, WA



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I write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..

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