Cellophane crackles at the lightest touch even in hands as small as hers. She works her fingers across the packet wrapped in the plastic-like film –
By ENH3 years ago in Poets
Balletic beauty began by bravely bearing blisters, bruises, broken bones, but bested bittersweet burdens becoming buoyant, boundless, breathtaking --
Some suppose silence spares shame, so sad stories stay shushed -- secreted somewhere shadows seclude. Still, sorrow survives such
Don't dream down, dear daughter -- doubters deny, disparage, debase. Discount defamatory dictums. Daily decisions determine disposition;
Raindrops hide tears well, sorrow gets lost in thunder but the grief remains. ¶ For when your breath stilled, it stilled without me -- my words
Caught in the iron grip of deep slumber, I dream that I wake, feel that white rabbit panic flood my veins so I rush to a bathroom that is mine
blue waters billow, so calm, so serene, hiding what lies just beneath
shards of a shattered blue vase healed with seams of gold, beautifully flawed
he bows, she giggles, they dance in violet-fringed fields — father and daughter
