Letting Nature Rip Old Pains

“A nightmare is mere fodder for poetry.” ~ Kerry O’Connor

Last year’s screams are being swallowed by the shrieking storm that’s the year to come. My skeleton grins in the rain, letting nature rip old pains, readying the soul for the fresh flesh frock that twists broken pieces whole.

Yes, there’ll be more pain.

But don’t despair (or attempt to flee) when life cracks her relentless whip. To run, a body has to show its back. To bear agony (and persist), a soul must bare her teeth.

Rebirth, by Patricia Ariel

 

for the Imaginary Garden’s “Play It Again! with Real Toads”, where our beloved Kerry lists some of our favorite prompts and invites us to “PLAY IT AGAIN! and AGAIN! and AGAIN!” I chose Izy’s challenge, “Chew through your own chains”. She asked us to “create a list of three words or phrases specific to the worst job [we] ever had and craft a poem having nothing to do with work.” My words are “skeleton, pieces, despair”.

linked to Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #2: Storms and Stones and Warmth). 

Of Your Twilight, the Darkness

Shadows can’t be without light… just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the Self that makes Me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun—new growth, old blaze, life… I know you fear full night. I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit of your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…

let me be the heart

of your twilight, the darkness

balancing the bright

for Poets United Pantry of Poetry and Prose #9