Maggie Estep - Emotional Idiot on Def Jam Poetry

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.

  

Anthony Robbins - self help

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.

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)

Icicles in Snow

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Long suffering

Oracle your circle cages the

Vixen in me

Encompassing past truth; consuming reality.

……

I loved you so completely

I just couldn’t live with you

No one could.

Sorry, I don’t remember last Valentine’s Day

Hopelessly addicted

to the roller coaster;

you awakened something in me

 I could not control

despite your insistence

I fought long and hard to penetrate the frost

and now your love

 pales

in the snow drift

I shovel through

carving new pleasure and pain

ski fresh powder

flawless and persuasive.