I just read the post over at 1TBM which featured a poem by Donna Kate Rushin called the Black Goddess. I don't write poetry, but I do have feelings ... that I need to jot down
strong wind blows
tossed salad
I'm flying and soaring
wind rushes into my mouth
my chest expands
head aches
teeth and gums burn
hard feet
crack
who will take care
who will take care
who will take care
water trapped in my tear ducks
knock knock
let me out
heavy lids
blow
BLOW
BLOW BLOW!
my throat is tight
turn and face the wind
swim to the surface
inhale
again
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
you're still here
safe.
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"I don't write poetry..."
I do that a lot. Saying I don't, right before I do something. Disclaimers. I have a friend who, when somebody does that, pipes up and says, "I guess you don't get to tell that story anymore." I don't like being told what I can or can't do anymore, but I do like to be reminded that there are stories I'm making up about myself.
So... I liked reading this poem (inhale, exhale, safe... I can feel that). I especially like that the next poem post doesn't have an explanation or justification or disclaimer. Reminds me to cut down on that too and just get down to business. Thanks for that.
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