Dark Skin Dying

Dark Skin Dying

A miniscule of death,

 on fair skin-

It warned of goodbyes

and defied denial

tiny cells

waging war-

Sometimes mortality

                                                           whispers in such small things.

"You Can Tell Which Girls Lack Mothers By The Look of Their Hair"

( Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Sunday Mini Challenge-

The Secret Life of Bees)

When I looked into the mirror

 I knew she wasn’t there

Lost in some distant place

where sanity, shipwrecked

lie buried in the sand-

Mother’s hallowed sanctuary

where daughters didn’t exist.

Girls-

with boy cropped hair

searching for beauty which wasn’t

there .

Seeking communion-

 

lost little girls

in grass stained jeans

Digging for China

in backyards

Not to be seen

much less heard

in her silent world

where we never tread.

We never reached China

that far off land

on the other side of the world

Still we dug, reaching and reaching….

 

Grounded

Grounded

Does not the flesh

weigh us down

like mermaids

without the sea

to bathe away the human

longing ?

Gravity centers us

forces us to stay-

Always seeking wings

or fins to carry us away

to some distant space

in time, we left behind                                                          

when the hand of God

made us human, knowing
it would be the suffering

which made us strong.

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Not So Far Away

Not So Far Away

I don’t feel so

far away now-

Like I did all those years

living in your shadow

its darkness only filled

any filtering light I could

 glimpse from time to time.

Just beginning to embrace

all those parts of me

you devoured in your

never ending self-love

self-hatred,

 I could never

tell the difference, only

thing I was ever sure of was

that I was dying without the light.

I don’t feel so far away now

I occupy my own shadow

it embraces me and lets me

feel what you never would.

Fall

Fall

You arrive-

 with a different air

Your fiery hue

arrogantly reminds

that even in dying

there is beauty.

Time to put away

those soft floating dreams,

settle down into the warmth

of remembrance-

Knowing they will return

with a new season which

has aged the wisdom from

which they were born.

It's Different Now

It’s Different Now

                   

It’s different now-

The breeze wakes us

with its autumn chill

Seeking warmth

we overlook each others gaze

Stealing an embrace which

leaves us empty

Still we seek those warm

summer days, long since gone

Too much labor to birth again

to go back and remember

the why of us-

For it leaves us lonely.

For Dad Who Loved Hank Williams

For Dad, Who loved Hank Williams

I feel you

when I listen-

To his old songs, remembering you

 lost in their timeless words of heartache

 in the lyrics of a man wiping away

 tears, “so lonesome" he "could cry"-

Empty in a place where love

never slept and wishing haunted

the halls with its dark pleas.