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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label Monday One Stop Poetry Form. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monday One Stop Poetry Form. Show all posts

Monday, July 11, 2011

Storm

People of Chilmark, Thomas Hart Benton, 1920
Quickly carry the boat back to shore
Black is the sky, the waves are high
The Hyades cry in grief
The Pleiades are dark
We plead with the gods
Heavens rain down
Atlas weak
Save our 
Souls

submitted for Magpie Tales 73

Monday, July 4, 2011

Black and Blues

Got them black and blues weighing down on me
Got them black and blues and I ain't never gonna be free
'Cause my man, he be drinkin', and black and blue all I'm ever gonna be

Well, black and blues are the color of my shame
Yeah, black and blues since I took that man's last name
Got myself drunk on his sweet words, have only my fool self to blame

Promised the preacher I'd love that man til death do us part
I promised the preacher I'd keep that man til death do us part
Some days I be so low, feel like I'm already dead down in my heart

I'm singin' the black and blues 'cause my man done hurt me again
Singin' the black and blues 'cause I'm black and blue again
Gettin' so tired of singin' this same song, these black and blues have gotta end

Well, I'm leavin' town, don't have the black and blues no more
Got my suitcase packed, don't have those black and blues no more
Last night my man was drinkin', shot him when he came through the bedroom door

Yeah, those black and blues ain't never gonna bother me
Oh Lord, them black and blues, I'm finally free

submitted for Form Monday-The Blues at One Stop Poetry by lola "myopic mango" mouse

Monday, April 11, 2011

Hands


Withered hands
Pull at her sweater
Claw buttons
Uselessly
She cries tears of frustration
Nurse asks, "What hurts, hon?"


submitted for Monday One Stop Poetry Form at One Stop Poetry