photo prompt from Eric at Bifocal Univision
Standing at the narrow end of a tunnel,
where the bright light should be, that’s
where you’ll find me, wondering why the air is dark.
Bony tendrils poke out into the light,
their thin skin singeing with each prod.
I keep my distance just right –
like the licking of lips before a forbidden kiss,
making it long for the taste of my last breath –
a high like no other.
The Earth’s crust,
cold river water flowing
over my hand,
a girl’s beautiful singing.
at all that surrounds you,
both seen and unseen,
heard and not heard,
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I believe we are given
the exact amount of bricks we need
to build a life worth living
when we are born.
Through the years,
our parents may chip a few,
and we will certainly drop a couple,
sometimes on our own feet!
We may throw one (or two),
out of anger or spite,
and watch as they hit the ground
and break apart.
We may toss some in the dumpster
or leave some behind when we move,
thinking they aren’t important enough
or not worth the trouble to keep.
Others may steal a few from us
or we may give several away,
when we shouldn’t.
But the bricks are there…
each one needed to construct the life
our Creator intended for us to have
is somewhere. Together, let us build.
photo prompt courtesty of Eric at Bifocal Univision
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I feel the breath of death
in my chest at night
as I gaze out,
over sleeping fields
where soybean babies
are born. The corn,
its rows now covered
with a white mirror for the stars,
took its turn last year.
A lone tree, gnarly and naked
against the studded sky,
no matter how long I
linger and lament, aching
for winter’s thrusts of gusts;
wanting its swirling,
Exhalations fog unlocked panes
where death gathers in corners,
forming crystals – the origin of life.