I have no poems lately. The words are not cooperating, though there is this 'thing' playing on the fringes of my brain about long lost loves... the sort of 'thing' that drives me to google real names, known screen names, possible locations of loves i left behind; never the ones who left me because well... they left me! when that tome writes itself for me, i will post it, but for now i give you one from my youngest daughter.
i love her writing... and not just because i am her mother, but because she has a voice all her own. Wheni read her work i always find myself thinking about how she comes by the desire & the gift. Nature or nurture?
Valentine ~ alexis lee
My friends stitched it up with golden thread
Like a red satin Pillow
They gave me other whole ones too
Roses and charms and red candles
Milagros to repair the real one
They told me I was no longer allowed to give it away
A pretty pin cushion
A piece of Mexican folk art
A hundred beating poems left unanswered
Like a thing to wear around your neck
They said "You must heal,we will protect you"
But i sat weeping at the computer
Forging ahead anyway
With this small stitched thing struggling in my chest
It knew it had to be torn
so that it could receive
The hundred kindnesses
Traveling across three thousand miles
At the speed of light
A storm of petals and beautiful words
and tiny hearts to keep it company