Tag: #poetry

written by Susan
July 27, 2021 0

I see you                              blank stare; listless;
Hair matted;                      unshaven.
A caustic mix                      of sweaty tears
And dirt-kissed                  dead skin cells.

I want to                              fix you;
Regardless of the              deep wounds
that insist                            on infection. The
Raw pain persists             when you smile.

I want to                              make you laugh;
Break through                   Ice, bone and
Show you that                   pain is a trap
Of infinite                            Proportions.

But yet, you are not alone.

written by Susan
July 27, 2021 0

I.

I often wonder                 why dreams of dark
dusk and steam               are less lovely when
laid bare- starkly             cast and compared to
soft soothing                   streams of nature
nurtured into a                perfect, picturesque pattern.

II.

Making love is                a motion, movement,
action of one                   and one together taking
and giving til                   sparks are struck and
songs are spun                and who—who are we
to hold their                    hearts in helotry.

written by Susan
July 27, 2021 0

Until today I did not value
Dull moans; soft Jaundice skin;
A swaddled body with chattering teeth.

The soft eerie glow of hospital lights
Only made my insides curl in on themselves
And spiral out.

The persistent tap of fluids;
Psycho-rhythmic drip;
Taunted the grind of my teeth.

The privacy I always wanted
Was impossible,
Thirty years in the making.

Until today I didn’t realize what a blessing
It is to have a mother and how short our time is.

written by Susan
July 27, 2021 0

What’s wrong?
Nothing. Everything.
Things that can’t be mopped;
Sanitized by Jesus in a fit of mercy
but can be carried like a cellphone
and ring just as much.

Where do we go?
Nowhere. Everywhere.
Science can identify germs;
Split the smallest piece of life,
But cannot say with any certainty
What happens when we die.

What do we know?
Nothing. Everything.
By looking into the lonely darkness
The Hubble telescope found thousands
Of us. Thousands of questions looking
Back at us asking: What’s wrong?

written by Susan
January 14, 2019 0

I understand enough to know
The road was wearing thin.
Where you are I could not go,
Even though I would pretend.

Compared to you I would be slow
From me, you’re around the bend,
But each night the moon moves slow
when I should sleep and mend.

But life is not something that I own,
Not mine to give or spend.
And so I wait and hope you know
I’ll hold on till the end.

I understand enough to know
Yet I wish that I could go.

written by Susan
March 3, 2016 0

Momma cried this morning.
I imagined her thoughts were
Of Jesus and the next few months,
But she said that she was sorry
For leaving me with bad memories.

The thing about missing someone,
Is that the bad things will fade away;
There were times when I screamed so hard
All I could think of was how to hurt her—
Make her understand how helpless I felt.

When I turn on the kitchen light and
See an empty room that lacks her warmth,
It won’t be anger that I’ll feel.
It’s that feeling of being left behind,
That I’ll truly be alone.

That I’ll wish I had put more—
More time into starting a family
Of my own. A feeling that
When I’m done being mad,
I can’t find her, kneel on the floor,

Put my head on her stomach and say
I’m sorry.