Sometimes, the words just pour and you need to grab some paper to mop it up before others drown in the overflow…
Poem #1
The picture on the surface of my coffee
Scatters with the slightest movement
And all that was
And all I saw again
Dissolved back
Into the ethers
Where it waits like a
Song sung low and soft
At the edge of consciousness
Until another day arrives
Some time ahead
And the picture forms again
Of what was
And the world that could have been
out of hospitals
out of isolation
out of depression
out of rehab
out of all the places
where we have been frozen in our private winters
unmoving except for the mind
emerging slowly from our inertia
it will take a moment
standing on our unsteady legs
learning to walk in this new world
slow
like spring
and we will not be looking
like the healthy blush of summer
until that time arrives
until then
for awhile
we’ll resemble
dirty piles of snow on roadsides
bits of paper blown into the fences of our hair
just cold, wet, gray of April
when you see us outside again
but look at that
just there
beneath that piece of newspaper
a flower bud
fighting its way up
to feel the sun again
give her a little time
and she’ll emerge
as a brand new
primordial forest
The last thing out
of the old storage unit
was the red rocking chair
and with that goes the final
physical tie to
this place on a map
where people used to find me
on some soft wind
maybe you can hear
me singing to my children
as we rocked
drowsy head on my shoulder
breath evening out
eyes slowly closing
“So goodnight you moonlight ladies…”
from nothing by mimi difrancesca ©2021
the unseeable
between
everything-
that
dark matter-
that blackness
beside the stars-
the infinitesimal space
between the smallest of particles-
that is where I began
moving out from nothing
taking physical form for
this brief dance
and then-
i will leave a shimmering trail
of light and spark
behind when i return
to where i began-
i am something
from nothing
Rogue Wave
out of nowhere
he knocked me off my feet
and pulled me under
deep into his world
i never struggled-
happy to drown
in all that surrounded me
i traded air for water
and separated from the world i knew
floating in filtered light
Rocking with the current
until much later
When he was done
and took me up again
To lay me on the sand
where I stared at the sun
and let it burn me
until I hurt everywhere
inside and out
he was my rogue wave
there and gone
as if he’d never been at all
somewhere below
on the side of a shipwreck
i etched my name
in the soft wood
with a broken shell
proof that i was there too
Well gentle readers, this is it. The last of the 30 Poems in 30 Days for National Poetry Writing Month in 2021. Some came easy. Others were extracted with forceps through an orifice that will not be named. Like getting the lactic acid moving in your stiff knees, if nothing else, rising to write for a month straight will get your creative wheels greased and moving again. It’s time for longer pieces now. Maybe some painting next. Whatever you do, follow the words of Joss Whedon- “Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.”
every decade i write one piece to shatter through the detritus that gathers in life. beyond an aging body, deep in the archives of our hearts are things that transcend all we are because they were defining moments that turned our path towards a different future. ~birthday present~
I Remember
Oh, yes
I remember
the exact color of your eyes-
I saw it once
flying over the Atlantic
at noon looking down
on the blue gray ocean
I remember –
hard angled jaw
magnet for lips
tracing across
towards your quirked mouth
long curious fingers-
emotional barometers
their constant motion
seeking new experience
your velvet steel
fusing to my spine
creating something else
from what I was
your voices –
the deadliest weapons
in your arsenal –
your day voice-
contagious laughter
like iron bells
ringing on a summer afternoon
rattling my heart cage
but that other voice –
spoken in dimmed light
and darkness
coaxing
instructing
encouraging
demanding-
that voice
was felt
between the legs
causing a listening soul
to crawl towards it
begging
for its life giving water
Oh, yes
I remember
Word Ninja Girl 