That night you grumbled upstairs then fell face down on the hard floor unable to get up I watched the world respond, the firemen, the ambulance, then my pale reflection in the window waiting on the hard ER couch Spinal cord fluid cut off your hands and feet, legs were numb, and after the consultation and operation under the skilled hands of a medical magaican your bones were sewed back together. Weeks in a wheelchair, months in Boston at the Rehab center where so many others lie unab...
Sudden shock still silently swirls in the dead bed of pine needles holding what was once alive holding the body you fought so hard to be friends with. Behind these hills is a peculiar path, a secret road out of town out of the state, off the very heart of our earth, a road to another life that you said you wanted and what you took stake on turning away from everyone Who only wanted to love you. It is here or nothing you said in the dreamed dark, dancing backwards in an old house...
Winter Zone~for Jess Old white trees breathe underneath a sea of winter. Skeleton branches sleep in stark, arctic air. A frail sun slinks along a short path until it reaches the edge of Vermont by late afternoon. My daughter's body is now beyond Madonna Mountain. She is the very stream of my doubt merged into a maelstrom that the weather freezes from water. By the time it is night near the house my own guilt shoots the best of myself out. Patiently, I wait for nature to turn back the curtains...
I just cut through the cosmos who never shine in my favor so I tossed two stars together to find what lies ahead but there's not enough to place a winning bet. I traded one scar for another like a Yankee player with bad knees whose slid into home plate too many seasons--cracking one fast pitch after he attempts to smack that curve ball quick. In this corner of the country the bill collector is leaving hate mail on my doorstep and letters drift into my vacant stare, the one you used to give yo...
Wow! This is tight and rather grim but I was hooked from the first line. A feeling of doom. i like the repetition of "the hordes will always try to stop the flow" There is wisdom in this poem.
This is interesting. I think you leave the reader hanging at the end, which is what you are striving for?? I am thinking perhaps this person is some new kind of Jesus? A lot ispacked in a very short space. Could you find another word for "perfect" that means the same thing, just a suggestion.
I like the fast pace here. This seems like an internal monologue with an air of mystery at the end. It's interesting and leaves me wanting more, yes you could expand upon it. What does the beloved look like? I want to see more of the character.
This subject matter is strong. I like how the cycle is portrayed that one will just continue to keep using until another one comes along. "I see you in my mind" ", is not really the strongest way to begin this, the reader sees in your mind through the poem itself.