sprinkle me
a sack of gold
and rub me down
with morning rays,
while the night sweats
drench my
every breath
I wonder
how blue
this world can
make me.
the moon
is hiding
behind
a starless valley,
I see you over there-
she never knows
how to cool
the vengeance
in my flames,
she never knows
how to awaken
the dead hours
of my night,
she never knows
how to shield
me from
the salted gloss
of the sea,
but she must know
I am waiting
for her
to give me some news
like the way
the skipper’s wife
watches for tidings
on the shore.
do not shut
your eyes,
my sleeping sun.
for I have
old stones
in my aching teeth
and
I am waiting
for
just
one
answered prayer.
Author Bio:
Born in the rugged lands of west Texas, Frances Bloom fell in love at the age of twelve to the man she would eventually marry. Since dealing with his loss in September 2017, she and has only been able to express herself through writing. Her poetry deals with grief, mental illness, addiction, desperation and making sense of some of life's challenges.
a sack of gold
and rub me down
with morning rays,
while the night sweats
drench my
every breath
I wonder
how blue
this world can
make me.
the moon
is hiding
behind
a starless valley,
I see you over there-
she never knows
how to cool
the vengeance
in my flames,
she never knows
how to awaken
the dead hours
of my night,
she never knows
how to shield
me from
the salted gloss
of the sea,
but she must know
I am waiting
for her
to give me some news
like the way
the skipper’s wife
watches for tidings
on the shore.
do not shut
your eyes,
my sleeping sun.
for I have
old stones
in my aching teeth
and
I am waiting
for
just
one
answered prayer.
Author Bio:
Born in the rugged lands of west Texas, Frances Bloom fell in love at the age of twelve to the man she would eventually marry. Since dealing with his loss in September 2017, she and has only been able to express herself through writing. Her poetry deals with grief, mental illness, addiction, desperation and making sense of some of life's challenges.
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