WHat a NigHtMaRe

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Night Sweats

 

I meet him in a meadow. Once,

often twice a year. He is familiar

now, like a teddy bear from childhood,

forgotten until you see its withered fur again.

 

Darkness. Only a shadow, his face

never been seen. Tall, waist-length grass

surrounds us. Staring at the silhouette

of one another. He lifts the mechanical

 

blade. The motor starts, smoke clouds. I run,

run from the high pitch scream of the chainsaw.

Meadow turns to forest. Trunks to hide

but roots to trip over. The roar

 

is deafening. Exhaust fills my nose,

I choke, gag. Hot breath rests

on the back of my neck. I turn

and I wake.

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InspireMe. Poetry. Love.

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What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

ICU

 

Body mounded in rough white blankets. Your neck

and face taped with tubes of yellow drip, mouth wide.

 

For hours, I watched you, a goldfish in a glass

bowl, waited for you to swim. No words.

 

Beep, Beep, Beep

 

you were still alive, mechanically. Your voice –

“Honey”—rang

 

bleeding my ears and your brain, artery rupture,

another chance to swim, slim. Normal life, they said never.

 

I said goodbye to your hands, perfectly manicured

bright red. Bright red like the lock of hair

 

peek-a-booed from the slit in the gauze. I waited,

watched for the slightest movement, none.

 

Swim goldfish, from this glass bowl.  Until white

is all that is left, from tubes and tape. Freedom.

 

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Baby Holders

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They stroke her blonde hair

until peacefully asleep. My fingers

sticky with laundry soap, spill

stupid small plastic cup.

Wash. Bleach fills the air.

They fold fuzzy pink blankets and tiny

clothes. At a glance I remember my fingers,

 

Long and lean with acrylic nails- pink

white tips curled around a can

of Miller Lite. They swayed to the sweet

sound of the juke box, the laughter

of friends. A cigarette clenched between.

My fingers hailed cabs and locked

with the fingers of a stranger.

What is Your Must Read Poem??

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I am starting a list of Poems that I absolutely NEED to read! Here is my list so far, please add to the list 😉

“If” Rudyard Kipling
“Still I Rise” Maya Angelou
“I Remember” Anne Sexton
“Annabel Lee” Edgar Allan Poe
“MCMXIV” Phillip Larkin
“Lady Lazarus” Sylvia Plath