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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Scarves

I love scarves because they remind me of the time I left you.

I love the memory of untying my red silk scarf on the side of the highway

In the middle of the night.

Jewelry fell from it like glittering confetti twinkling in the dark.

They scattered down the grassy ditch alongside the dew drops

Which were far more priceless.

As I drove, I can feel the memories flying out of the open window

Like a road map I once so desperately needed

in order to find my way around.

I once thought Love meant a constant aching need.

To be accepted. To be praised. To be valued.

I was wrong.

I once thought that anger meant passion

and passion meant pain.

Nascence fills my throat and wells into my eyes.

my hands grip the leather wheel and I exhale

and I scream so loud...

I am not sure if it's a cry of joy or sorrow.

But maybe a little bit of both.

Fireflies trail my Volvo.

They know I am on my way to something miraculous.

I am a Woman.

This occurs to me.

A woman Without a map.

Warm ,exhausted and determined.

But the world is Rich with harvest.

The scarf no longer hides my face.

It adorns it.

Face....

I have one.

Voice....

I have one too.

This is enough for me.

A smile spreads across my berry mouth.

I am full and ripe and blush

Broad and grand and flush.

Throbbing electric glow.

With a fearsome wing span.

I will make it. I will grow.

Towards the city without a plan.


To dip my toes in a freedom

of tomorrow.

This is what I vowed.

Baleen for the Rainy days

and Silver paint for the clouds.








1 comment:

  1. I Love It! My favorite part 'I am full and ripe

    and blush

    Broad and grand and flush.

    Throbbing electric glow.

    With a fearsome wing span.

    I will make it. I will grow.

    Towards the city without a plan.'

    I love what it stands for, and how it flows =)

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