Poem a day #15 is a response to prompts from Write Better Poetry and NaPoWriMo: 1) Write a “middle” poem and 2) write a poem inspired by a stamp.
Between what’s real and what’s magical
I would never be cross. Instead I would
hold a cross in rapture to capture all:
The creak of a not-oiled cabinet hinge
the rustle of tall black-screen curtains
that caress my bare scapula like ice
I cannot taste due to the rusty smell
of wind, the fire that’s made me deaf.
All I see remains to me unthinkable.
The clouds will descend and sweep me
up like a gentler tornado still weeping
for those who cannot fly, those stuck
in the rubble of their shaken up lives.
A single photograph holds all memory
what’s left to share with the truck driver
who traveled to the all-night emergency
room too many times, but still not enough
to forget the vacant eyes, a rescued child.
Hauntingly beautiful. Thanks for the follow at 1sojournal. My poetry blog is located here, if you are interested:
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Elizabeth
http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/
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Thanks Elizabeth: I will check it out!
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