Liberated
Liberated.
A Life:
a decade here
another there
each time, place
necessary
now
the moment has arrived
to free
authentic me
and be
*Happily shared at Poets United, Verse First
05/15/13
Tag Archives: Herstory
05/15/13
Not Another Spring
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
05/13/13
Tanqueray & Perrier
Tanqueray and Perrier
with bitters, ice, salt rim
satisfies the evening yearn
when walls start closing in
turn the grill on
soak the shrimp
in lime and Sriracha
cook ‘em fast
eat em slow
desert summer’s
gotcha
*Posted for #OpenLinkNight – at www.dversepoets.com
05/13/13
Fig Season
Fig Season © Kim Nelson
I yearned to stay ’til fig season,
Reaped due of labors spent
Tasted ripe and succulent fruit
Learned again to be content
But
If I had stayed ’til fig season
I never would have left
And so
No tooth could sink into that flesh
.
05/10/13
Wounded
Poetry is natural medicine, it is like a homeopathic tincture derived from the stuff of life itself–your experience. Poems distill experience into the essentials. Our personal experiences touch the common ground we share with others.”
~ Excerpted from Poetic Medicine: The Healing Art of Poem-Making
Wounded
I write
Heal
Risk
Again
Live
Boldly
Love
Freely
Move
Serenely
In this world
Wounded
I write
To right
What’s wrong
*Written for Verse First ~ Poetry Heals