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Poetry

THOUGHTS DEEP WITHIN

ODE TO PAT

BLEEDING LINES

ODE TO PAT

Picture of an artist and an elderly man holding a bouquet

My heart feels heavy
My head feel like lead
Thoughts keep bouncing off
Back and forth back and forth
Worried to mourn
Fearful to miss
Maybe it will help
To look back and remember
Your cheeky smile
Your chubby cheeks
Your portly belly
Your bright naughty eyes
Your happy self
Fortified by the hard shiny metal in your garage
And the soft beautiful smile from Katy
I know now it is love I feel for you
Like I feel for the flower and the frog
Love that will remain forever and never die

SATI

BLEEDING LINES

ODE TO PAT

Small hands carved into a red stone

Stone floor and high walls

Sand is hot and shadows dark

Hawks draw cirles up above

Giggles from behind the veil

Tinkling anklets hide and seek

Henna leaves soft and tender

Crushed between the Mortar and Pestle

Red blood dripping down

From marital mandal to the pyre

Cruel flames send ashes high

So fleeting so fragile life is

To Sati Sati Sati

BLEEDING LINES

BLEEDING LINES

BLEEDING LINES

Bloody print of a hand

From my palms they seamlessly flow 

Lines I cut sharp into stone

Too soon I come to rest

As dust on the sandstones

Will you sing my song 

As you look up and walk

On stones that I cut cut cut.

MY HANDS

HAPPY FAMILIES

AMBULANTE

I see them short and stubby

uneven and rough

sometimes just mechanics of bones

skin stretched thin over

broken circles with gaps 

lines that predict death

I see them on her chest

soft still to touch

closed for me yet open to rest

time flows slow and smooth

I watch them draw my lines

 A full stop will come

Time then to rest to rest

AMBULANTE

HAPPY FAMILIES

AMBULANTE

Purposeful I walk every step

Sinking deep sometimes shallow

To and fro up and down and around 

I pause and repeat as tides ebb and flow  

Laden shoulders and miles to go

Sweaty brow and shifting sands

Struggle I must Strive I shall knowing

A million footprints of mine are

Forever condemned to follow yours…

HAPPY FAMILIES

HAPPY FAMILIES

HAPPY FAMILIES

Chest hurting having your way 

You kicked the pregnant belly 

no one cares you said
You loved one that was fair 

so she loved the dark even more 

It was just me neither dark or fair 

you both forgot to love 

Your life was a struggle
It was your cross to bear 

Yesterday a blur as days go by 

Past is wiped clean
yet stubborn marks remain 

Happy families I play 

So bright now so light now 

Yet dark shadows remain 

I will never know yet I ask 

Mother did you ever love me?

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