The world is a heartbroken at the momentstitched back together in the nextby well wishes for peacewasted on ears seemingly benton being deaf. Sutures don’t fix fractures.Fissures in our bonesin our backsin our neighborhoodsin our homesrequire a reset—a brace,a cast,a sling,an apology. Healing takes timetakes prayertakes lovetakes understandingtakes humility. But the body can’t healwhen it’s…
Category: Poetry
History, Your Story
Love the story you’re living right now. In a not-too-distant future, you’ll see its beauty; you’ll have learned a few of its lessons. The story of your present frames you in the role of the main character. Please rise to the occasion. Only you are suitable to fill the position. The plot will evolve as…
Musing No. 3 (Bemused)
Nora worried about her neck. Or so I heard.I read about her. I didn’t actually read what she wrote.Honestly I’ve been worried about mine ever since.Then, I was at the peak of womanhood.Or so I thought.Now, am I?I read an article. Then another. Maybe four more.Felt good. Felt bad. Felt indifferent.Hard to keep track.Lots of…
OBJECT THINGS STUFF
messy bits we carry around. In 10 days, my debut collection of poetry will be published & available for the world to see. But before that, some context. I have loved poetry since I was a child. My cousin, Lindsay, and I once produced a hand-illustrated, yarn-bound collection of poems based on the creek in…
Bright
The brightness of a grey winter sky is blinding.I can hardly manage a glance out of the window—not sure I want to anyway.The bleak greyness spreads its somber shadowson the brown grass and tangled yard clippingsI failed to discard at the end of summer. Yet for all the neutral colors of a seasonin its twilight,there’s…
Seasons: Rest
The fragment of weak light just barely revealsa moment of hope buried within me—tucked away ‘til spring pushes forth the earth.Bits of green disrupt the barren ground, forbeneath the surface, growth was happening.We just couldn’t see what we alreadyknew to be true: the best is yet to come. A season of slumber must cover the…
An earthly cry
A lament to the flowers that didn’t bloom: I planted some seeds that didn’t germinate.Nothing materialized at all.The soil seemed good enough,the conditions ideal.But, there were no light green tendrilsstretching toward the sun.Just disappointment. Fatigue. Worry. Scorn.A bitter earth. I planted more seeds,initially they were strong.But they also failed miserably.From delicate new budsto a shriveled…
The Artist Restored
A piece of paper, blank page of stark white,holds little value except potential.For adventure seeks; its purpose unknown,a journey awaits. Ink suddenly stains!No longer a void, now littered with joy.Gifts bestowed. Letters, words form sentences,pages yield chapters: action, story, light. Pulled from the mind of an artist restored,not she who creates—the master provides.Merely she copies…
Musing No. 2
When you lay under a treeAnd look up,What do you focus on?Is it the sky, the clouds, the branches, the leaves?Do you position yourselfIn such a wayTo see or to be hidden?Do the sun’s rays catch your faceOr do the shadows grace your cheek?Do you notice the air aboveOr the ground below?Are the bumps in…
Permanence
There’s nothing quite so diametrically opposed in a world of finites. And yet,there are few concepts which we both crave and fear for the marks it leaves on our bodies and souls.Permanence. Would love last to eternity and beyond as the stories promise us?Would fame follow us all the way to an end where even…
L.M.Beatty 