Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wings -- Poetry 2011
Getting stuck in a snow bank twice was
not the best way to start off the new year.
Slipping under covers hiding from day…
reclusive times ten, she wrapped herself
securely in colorful dreams; she’d rather
stand in the wind and snow, anything was
better than moderating her fate in mirrors.
Wishing her dreamscape would be woven
into believable behavior, an evading stance
flip flopped her detached nature…
wandering between manifest reality and truth,
she worked an impossible toggle switch
living in dreams between random life events.
In every family there are rules about what you
can and can't talk about – ample dirtiness –
so much hidden, so many lies that blocked
instincts for fight or flight disabling her wings…