Sunday, March 23, 2014

A Fresh Impression



Maybe I should pull it
out of my ass;
the unwritten memoir
the poems
the pain
the not soon-to-be forgotten winter that refuses to end.

My friend  said she would shoot herself in the face
except for the dog
her personal savior
who lost weight this winter
loves to dance in the snow
the white powder
glistening on its wet nose, shepherd’s rescued tail, shiny fur
swaying
me to strip
off my inner gloom
and take that first nose-dive  into the past.

Into the still stark white
as I strain
squeezing out excrement, snot and saliva
as black letters bleed-out across the page
combing through the drift
shaking off the bad   
compressing it all into a snow angel
its fragile wings
broadcasting a somber  joy
emerging playful 
and puckish
plummeting    headlong     into the mound.

  

Friday, March 14, 2014

A Weedy Return

Lodged between
a healthy seedling
and a slowly decaying sharp bromeliad
lay a tangled
web of Impatiens.
Take heart,
one twitches
when steady is required
a further adjustment
there, no THERE.
Their shaken world
will either align
or give up the ghost.



Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sweet Persephone


Like Persephone   I wait
for Spring,     to burst
can one exchange,   one’s cloth,
clay heart
Rewind to,      once was
get a do over
flower,
or

stop falling.

Cornelia DeDona3-2-14


Inspired by Start by Jean Gallagher: Persephone(2)


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