featheredmuse
It was time
but you would not come
Your body pushing from inside mine
struggling to take a first breath
but whether it was my body that resisted
or your head that would not turn
the moment of decision was
taken from us
and with a rush
of machines and people in green
I was laid out
and this scar was made
I have no worry of it
I boast it proudly
because from this scar
you emerged
and in my arms you were placed
I do not recall who cried first
but our tears mingled on your cheeks
as I cradled you in joy
Constructed by nouns
Expressed in adjectives
Carried through verbs
The poem
becomes a temple
An homage
to intellect
and creativity
Enticing its reader
to lay tokens of reaction
at its base
The gown of midnight adorns
with the sparkle of sequins
reflected from stars
The bleeding moon
strokes a gossamer veil
of pale highlights
A haunting glow
soft and yielding
Hush now
allow the artist
its canvas
Lift your arms
allow its dressing
Sentinel
It stood
as a silent witness
to the passing years
Friends
Family
The ebb and flow of time
of celebrations
Gatherings
Tears
Fights
Joy
This centerpiece
on a wooden table
A tangible object
of continuity
in our hurried lives.
Obey
Allow
Let
Words that
do not belong
between a you
and an I
The socks she wore
fell sadly down
like the lines on her face
deeply etched
slouched low
around her mouth
like quote marks
highlighting
disappointment