I am looking over poetry I wrote while I was a single widowed mother, before Justin.
Story Poetica I and II Blogs.
BIRTH OF A POEM
Isn’t it enough that women bleed together?
Their cycles churning out blueprints of sea monsters and labyrinths reveal their secrets?
How has heaven been so sly?
I should be but a bug moving across the Lord’s notebook
Sing speckled gecko, what are you waiting for?
It’s only the sound of your own voice.
July, 2005
Story
Story Poetica I and II Blogs.
BIRTH OF A POEM
Isn’t it enough that women bleed together?
Their cycles churning out blueprints of sea monsters and labyrinths reveal their secrets?
How has heaven been so sly?
I should be but a bug moving across the Lord’s notebook
Sing speckled gecko, what are you waiting for?
It’s only the sound of your own voice.
July, 2005
Story
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