Family Metaphor Poems

My family spoke two languages
I’m not the same
Results came in still thankless
Feels weird to be diagnosed anxious
Results so plain
I’m still hiding under several blankets
I ain’t...

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Valentine’s Day 2015
An odd way to spend it,
At Hospice watching Nana sleep,
This room becoming our world
On a rotating basis.
Right now there’s me
And Nana and IT
The...

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What is the gift in your life
Is it your husband or wife
Is it your children, your lover, your pet
The notion of someone you haven’t met...

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from your first born, when you grab a dusting of talc, crushed with late night feeds, stirring in bouncing and stories on a knee,

adding a...

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I hear them talking as I open my eyes, 
a hazy something lingers on my lips like lava, 
threatening to erupt. I hear question then...

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Time passes, conversation and music ends,
light refracts, shimmers in water, bends.
Nails grow, hair lengthens, heads turn and bones break,
stems wilt, gardens overgrow, clouds regurgitate water...

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May the child of the woman whom is named yellow flower
Always brighten your life when you are in your darkest hour,
As well as shine like...

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- in those moments, it shines.
The nostalgia of an upside down
world glinting up through hourglasses of years,
a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring
simple childhood...

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Sweet bread, pure pleasure.
Most awesome of creation!
New life -forever!...

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A Joining Created Colors of Human Faces
All is the power of the power Elohim creates
Beauty beheld baste the provisions shore
Creative forces share creativity case…
Declared declaration...

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Time may change me
But I can't trace time
-David Bowie

piercing morning winds threaten
to strip the trees of their
orange, golden and crimson gowns;
the resilient foliage
gripping tightly to...

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(Wind River erratic, 2015)

Erratics

I used to think I was erratic,
like it wasn’t a good thing,
probably from what family and teachers said.
Then I moved out West...

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There was a man from Donbas

There was a man from Donbas,
   who sat on a headless ass.
"Hey! You're going the wrong way!" he...

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Ill comply, ill apologise, im ing tired
I’ll hold your hand in mine, resigned, fingertips when i dont exist
Palm to palm on a good day, a...

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Spit fire and spin honey,
the target-a wealthy man and his money.

She has no other talent that qualifies,
just the sum of what quantifies.

She's got cause and...

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