Let us cycle away, to a place
beyond words and dates and labels
Let us cycle off on a path
of stolen glances that connect.
Let us cycle back to a place we did that,
a time when it was possible
a you before I knew your real face
and you knew my name.
Here’s my scathing tribute to motherhood.
A smile that leaves you wounded, you say
What about the mark you left inside my mind that
shades every expression & tints each sparkle?
In between your precise words
and your regimented actions
you spilt me one look
that drowned it all.
A poem about being knotted in love –
“You had me tied up in knots
turning over your every word
twisting each smile,
into shapes of affection”
I’m writing this post a little late since last week was such a flurry of activity. I performed at the Unerase Poetry against Drug Abuse event. And in the week leading up to it, I also got quoted in a Mid-Day story about using poetry to bring awareness to this…
I had a rough month. And then a month that brought me ways to heal. The stage.
