I have had a new poem, Flowers, published in Deep Water Literary Journal. You can read it below, or go to Deep Water and enjoy some of their truly wonderful poetry, fiction, and art.
The journal publishes “works which engage with the psychological and physical aspects of the darker side of the human condition.”
Please take a look, and perhaps consider submitting something yourself.
Flowers
Flowers, swaddled
like the babies you keep
losing, are a meagre offering to place upon
the altar of your abysmal grief;
their dilated eyes
and flaring heads
are sucked
into that cruel void.
I can feel
your pain’s gravity distorting
everything I dare approach with.
The hospital a monolith
to suffering, our suffering —
but how could a mere building
contain such suffering?
What kind of feeble bastion
against the unbearable black seed
that grows inside is this?
Standing, bereft, in the stark car park,
hungry for a shred of grace to ease my heart,
the only suggestion of God I find:
a flickering light; the aroma
of rain; electricity
quickening the air.
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Remarkable work.
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Hi Charles,. I’m so glad you liked it. Thank you so much.
Flower heads
stalks reaching for their instinct
nearer the sun
away from the nutrients and cold of soil
thanks
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Beautiful…thank you.
More to the point–Powerful.
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Thank you, David.
Intense Michele… and a perfect ending
Author
Many thanks
You are such a raw, courageous and mighty poet Michele… though your light is never a mere flicker, a suggestion of God I find.
Chris, what can I say? Your comment is humbling. Thank you.
You are such a raw, courageous and mighty poet Michele… though your light is never a mere flicker, a suggestion of God I find.
Author
Chris, what can I say? Your comment is humbling. Thank you.
This is so beautiful Michele
Thank you, Zeina, I’m so glad you liked it. Much appreciated.
This is so beautiful Michele
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Thank you, Zeina, I’m so glad you liked it. Much appreciated.
gifts with intention
trying to fill voids
that will never be filled
gifts with intention
trying to fill voids
that will never be filled
Yes, that’s how it felt. Thank you, Geo.
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Yes, that’s how it felt. Thank you, Geo.
A powerful poem. I admire your inversion of the traditional poetic associations with flowers.
This may be relevant:
http://circumstanceandmagic.blogspot.com/2013/08/every-garden-is-like-vast-hospital.html
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Hi James, thank you, and you’re right, that quote was not only relevant, but a revelation!
A powerful poem. I admire your inversion of the traditional poetic associations with flowers.
This may be relevant:
http://circumstanceandmagic.blogspot.com/2013/08/every-garden-is-like-vast-hospital.html
.
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Hi James, thank you, and you’re right, that quote was not only relevant, but a revelation!