another spring
confirmed
my need to leave
here
lives of loves
were dashed
in spring
and now
now
I cannot smell the sweet acacia
see the lupine blooms
without recalling
death
and toxin’s spread
that comes with spring
Inspired by real events, and Isadora’s out of standard prompt at IGwRT
I see the flare
of illumination,
the semi-auto sparks
I hear dark silence set in,
move toward me
as anxiety arcs
I smell the fat
from too-lean bodies
burning a block away
I taste death
acrid, biting, bitter
this cold January day
I feel the trigger
of my M4, comfort,
in a frightening way
I envision
the future, just minutes ahead,
know a choice can now be made
I settle the muzzle
just under my chin
squeeze hard, my last card played
Empowered, I didn’t let them kill me.
Process Notes:The brief, chaotic din did cease
There was no peace
Not in that final place
Nor in their homes
Father’s hands and mother’s laps
Left cold by morning’s haps
Intensely ache, hearts break
Trapped in the gloam
Our response
Though simple
Is necessary, true
We must love
Shine our light
Respect, support, imbue
Our people
With care, concern, clear view
And know
Peace
Though altered,
Will return
You
Other
…
you move with
grace and dignity
in crowds of
your
own selection
but
tossed into
my world
his, ours
you falter
lose direction
yet
do
not
fall
leaving me to wonder
are you of this world
at all?
is this
your irresistible
attractant?
When we’re at Kearny Depot
Our world is black and white
With clarity, you holding me,
Our partnership seems right
When we’re at Kearny Depot
I don’t worry ’bout the bills
I keep you close, of love you boast
Ignoring needles, pills
When we’re at Kearny Depot
The facts skew, fade away
I’m carefree then, you’re healthy when
We meet, and love and play
When we’re at Kearny Depot
Life is make believe
But then the truth, your visage, proof
Kick in, force me to grieve
Because I know
Soon
When we’re at Kearny Depot
Only one of us will still
Draw breath
Bereft
