verdant green, fresh cut grass. i am green.
i am green inside.
an unknown hand floats across my head.
sticky palm absorbing my chlorophyll.
a happy black dog rubs its back on my skin.
careful to avoid brown. matted and hard.
let me be green. visible and seen.
pampered and shaped into topiary forms.
the mad hatter. ebullient though not carefree.
i am green outside. fragrant and evocative.
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i want to write – i’ve been somewhere – inside – looking around at events – images – seeing with somewhat clear eyes – all that has hurt me – situations, people – but every now and then remembering to allow myself to feel the good in those people – how negative experiences have their purpose – to learn, something new about myself. How did i respond to it – did i give up too much of me? What is enough? What to keep back and how maybe we serve each other as giver and taker. The musical journey i took to those inner places – was timeless. At times scary, often serene – i don’t know where i’ve been but it felt far and deep away. The music was PRIMAL, sensuous, peaceful, happy, exotic and often mystical. i did not know what they were saying but it was beautiful. i think i remember dancing in my head. Sometimes it made me feel like i was being reborn and once or twice i think it makes sense to say – i recall when i was born. i arrived in this place and now i am here. Writing lines that aren’t too cerebral but seem to capture what i experienced. Lost loves, recent disappointment, thinking more about one person than i thought i would.
By Melissa Houghtonabout a year ago in Poets
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