My dearest demons
Dreaming ‘neath my skin, WAKE UP!
And let us be damned
-a.r.
Dearest Demons
•October 20, 2015 • 3 CommentsBlind Owl
•October 19, 2015 • Leave a CommentAnd what if the one
I have kept my secrets from
Is, in fact, just me
-a.r.
Painting by Amy Judd
The Fall
•October 18, 2015 • Leave a CommentA falling moth kissed my face on the mirror
His autumn wings carried heavy the season
Dying as the sun fades
Oh so short are his days
I let him have all my light for that reason
-a.r.
Painting by Amy Judd
Noticing
•October 14, 2015 • Leave a CommentA sea of clover shown before me
In the warming morning sun
The dew it cried
Daybreak belied
The winter chill that’s still to come
-a.r.
Waiting
•October 12, 2015 • 2 CommentsI am sinking slow to porcelain
Allowing cracks and creaks to settle in
Building bones behind unblinking eyes
Padding organs without compromise
I sew my insides well as silence falls
Working quick to stitch these bleeding walls
Accepting echoes best in possessed space
Giving nothing past this painted face
If I play careless all my limbs do clink
SItting bothers less than one would think
Never assume this shelf is safe
I watch, I wait, each time you walk away
-a.r.
Bare Bones (repost)
•October 8, 2015 • Leave a CommentThis morning the top of my skull popped off
I noticed it dangling askew
The hook on the left had unfastened itself
With the right hardly holding for two
I ran my hands over the misaligned seam
And the gaping space left by the split
The smooth and the cool and the emptiness
The prominences and the pits
With great care I began placing pieces
And gently I reshaped the hooks
But the bare bones they brought me to beauty
This death cannot be overlooked
-a.r.
This is reposted for a family member who is gracefully wrestling with her own death.
I am so grateful to have had time to sit with her during this difficult time.
I love you Grandma.
I will also be reposting some of my spookier poems
in honor of my favorite holiday and for my favorite time of year.
Happy Haunting everyone!
While Credits Roll
•September 29, 2015 • Leave a CommentI am that bit of kernel caught
Between your gum and grinding tooth
Stuck deep enough to be unreached
By instrument or finger nail
But not so buried that I fail
To point and poke and irritate
That soft spot ‘neath your tongue
Prompting you to constantly
Search and flick and feel about
Unable to just pluck me out
Nothing left to do but wait
Occasionally to investigate
That swollen shiny aching spot
Where I remind you while I’m lodged
Of the sweet and salty joy we shared
So go ahead and bite down hard
On that next morsel if you dare
-a.r.
Painting: Popcorn by Steve Prenner
Eclipsed
•September 27, 2015 • Leave a CommentPerhaps what we call
Magic is mathematics
And felt mystery
-a.r.
Painting:
Mystic Hexagon (Pascal)
by Crockett Johnson
“Fix Me…”
•September 18, 2015 • 3 CommentsAnd then the leeches brought anemia
Not peace at all but neutropenia
Followed by leadened-limbed ischemia
Wild yearning turned into uremia
-a.r.
Art Doll: Anemia by Amy A. Crawley
Unashamed (repost)
•September 15, 2015 • 5 CommentsI will not apologize
For my sex
For my flesh
For the curves
Of my drive
Any more
Than I would
Be ashamed
Of my being alive
I will not be sorry
For my shy
For my discreet
For the tamed
Heartbeat
Any more
Than I would
Be ashamed
Of my becoming me
I will not conceal
All my sparks
All my steel
The molten me
That fire reveals
Any more
Than I would
Be ashamed
Of learning how to feel
I will not feign forlorn
For the buds
For the thorns
For the changes
I have worn
Any more
Than I would
Feel ashamed
For my having been born
Not anymore
-a.r.
Painting: The Unashamed by Pamela Wilson
Reposted for my brother who has been an inspiration to me because he has been so bravely unashamed of who he is. Happy Birthday dear brother, may you continue to live your life without shame…as much as is humanly possible. That is my wish for you this year.
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