Among the balance of morning, I let go
Africa unknots herself from my hair
willows ache like tenderness and
each ivory bone of the body
cracks and aches with pain.
Evening falls among us,
tastes of the thick sweetness of sleep
it knots dreams together,
each waking to the sunlight of another
with a new dream to tell.
We no longer distinguish
one heart from the other.
And when the sky pulsed
as veins through the palms of your hands
blue and tough
I stood under it for hours
held my heart open to God,
waited for the blood to burst
a pomegranate red.
My mother taught me love
was awful in its purest form
to love the white dust of petals,
to thrive off of it
to crave it, to need it.
The nurse simply smiled and said it would help ease the pain.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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see what four hours in a waiting room will do to you . . . burst the mind a pomegranete red
my darlin', gosh yr talented!
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I really liked your poem, very well written i liked the way your words displayed and your metaphors were awesome, speaking from pain, i understood this piece very well. i liked this part:
I stood under it for hours
held my heart open to God,
waited for the blood to burst
a pomegranate red.
Lovely write!
Blessings
Rend
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