the air was thick
moisture-laden cornsilk
the dead of night
having come alive
seething like snakes
jaundiced fingers
strangling life.
.
a soul unraveled
attempting to erase
from hearts and minds
your words live
as you intended
making this yet again
a failed suicide attempt.
I say Live, LIve because of the sun, the dream, the excitable gift" ... from Sexton's ending poem for her book Live or Die.
A.S: Surely the words will continue, for that's what's left that's true .
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
john+
~Nikki~
(((HUGS)))
profound, emotive, eloquent write *tears*
love,
karla.
i'm so sorry...
communion in compassion. Blessings to you.
Vicky
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)