Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Child of the Wind

Did I not love you, child
Of the wind
I sent my regards in sighs
After I had done away with the dry
Tears. Of the ochre dress
Of the amniotic smears
Earth under my fingernails
Did I not nurture you, child
Of the womb
How I fumed
When you were forcefully weaned
From me
My love-child
Did I not protect you, child
For months you were mine, child—
And then suddenly you weren’t
A no-show to your own party
 But still—
Look around you
Look what I had to do
Pointy razor-sharp blades of green,
Green grass
Drawn for your protection, little lass
Thorns of rose bushes
Grown wild, gushes
Of deep, deep colour
Breaking your sickly pallor
Did I fail you, child
Festering beguiled
With redemption
A whiff
Lost forever to the wind
I won’t fail you again my child
I was meek, I was mild
Branded like cattle in
Angry shades of
Black and blue
Tattoos that washed off
With time
I won’t fail you this time, my child
Save me a few shy smiles
You forever remain mine
My child.

 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Nobody Comes Up Empty Handed



 
I was
Dreaming of Death
Of the way He’s feared
Far worse than grasping for
Strands of merry laughter
In the silky wind
And coming up
Empty handed
I was dreading
Those curious glances
That awkward tangible silence
After I tripped
In an embarrassing social context
And grasped for the fabric of sky—
Steady myself
Perhaps
And coming up
Empty handed
Though not quite
Face, meet Earth.
Earth meet Nobody
For Nobody catches me
Nobody carries me
From obscurity to infamy
Nobody sews me a cloth of shadows
Hides me in masterful disguise
Caps the cesspit of indescribable shame
Spewing forth out of me
For I have come up empty handed

 

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