Mari Sloan Poet Free verse

Bamboo Lady

I awoke to the pressure
Pushing me inward this morning.
Sticky. Moist air immersing me
In sodden memories.
Blast from the past.
Humid awakenings from a life
No longer mine.
Rusty time.

Displaced. Confused. Spinning.
The shoe and not the foot.
Not striding forward in confidence
But trod upon.
Sole flapping in weary protest.
Every motion orchestrated for
Survival.
No revival.

I think I shall become "Bamboo Lady."
Roses lost with my past.
No hothouse plant but green,
Swaying with the changes.
Common woman thriving on
Nutrients and water.
Alive
And learning.

by Mari Sloan
copyright 2011

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 4, 2011 at 8:31 AM Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one in the PoetrySoup International Poetry contest. I wish you the best in the final round Mari. Love, Carol

Carol Eastman July 1, 2011 at 9:02 AM Congratulations on being featured. Well written and very interesting to read. Well done.

Dr.Ram Mehta June 28, 2011 at 5:50 AM My congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Mari

Carol Sunshine Brown June 27, 2011 at 5:28 AM Congratulations on your well written poetry being featured this week Mari. Love, Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 27, 2011 at 4:24 AM congrats Mary on your featured poem this week on PS.. a great one to share with us all with luv..

Carol Fillmore February 3, 2011 at 9:37 AM very fine!

Sara Kendrick February 3, 2011 at 9:06 AM I especially like the last four lines..Common woman or ordinary woman..Good to read your work..Sara