Tag: Relationships

NaPoWriMo 2014, Poetry2 Comments

Palm Strong

Charlotte Hamrick

Held to Earth by fiber and root Palm leaves contort in the wind like words flung across a thunder filled room, end over end, between our quarreling anger You have no idea the effect your words had on me last night in bare feet, water dripping from just-shampooed hair and frustrated eyes, I wrapped a shield of silence around my body, a security blanket, while your voice boomed its disapproval Palm leaves wiggle and chatter, each frond single yet attached to the petiole, every petiole dependent on the rooted stem In stormy weather it’s tossed but it’s flexible, not allowing … Continue reading Palm Strong

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Suspended

Charlotte Hamrick

you fold into my body like the curled edge of a banana leaf the sun loiters behind a bank of clouds watching your forefinger tracing shivers down the nubs of my spine while dusty bare toes push an afternoon hammock and ships on the river blow harmonious horns —————————————– Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community where poets share their work and support each other. Continue reading Suspended

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Avārus Covetous

Charlotte Hamrick

I used to worry that you might die and I’d never know, that one day your face would be clean-shaven and you’d wear your shiny black shoes again a blue heron flew overhead as the taste of our lips together faded from our collective memory as surely as the moon fades with the sunrise. we threw the scarlet letters away, they rest on the bottom of the bayou, relics of times passed. _______________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading Avārus Covetous

NaBloPoMo 20123 Comments

Conversation, Laughter, Whispers

Charlotte Hamrick

I want to hear your music, to feel it wrap around my body sliding into my pores, dancing around my veins, penetrating my marrow, infiltrating my blood, becoming the stuff of my life. Your voice blocks out all other noise and becomes the molecules that gives life to my rhythm, my thoughts, my reason (or lack of). You. You are more than life itself, you are the atoms that make it Continue reading Conversation, Laughter, Whispers

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Details

Zouxzoux

I’ve almost forgotten how the crisp autumn air felt when you pushed your fingers in my hair, the flat yellow eye of the sun glaring through the windshield, the musky scent of your perfectly pressed trousers, the high shine on your black shoes. I’ve almost forgotten the rhythmic squeak of rusty springs at the shifting of weight, the sharp intake of breath, the sudden lapse of movement. I’ve almost forgotten you. Continue reading Details

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Baby Steps

Zouxzoux

We placed the brick pavers one by one, red the color of old blood, in between discussions of surgical drainage, catscans and ventilators. Six one day, four the next, none for a week when the fever rose and the blood pressure dropped and the white blood count was more than twice the normal value. I watch as the path grows and think a lot about the color of the pavers like the color of her heart, the toughness of the brick like the toughness of her character and the slow progression that mimics her daily life in ICU. The garden … Continue reading Baby Steps

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An Aerial View

Zouxzoux

I never said forever. That’s a time continuum I can’t comprehend in a world too tightly bound by years. Today is my commorancy, my roots are in this moment and each one that follows, as it exists. The long tunnel into the future is too narrow, I will not be stuck there. Take my hand, look into my eyes and feel the fresh air on our skin. Now. _____________________________________ Shared with dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading An Aerial View

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Stitching the Pieces

Zouxzoux

Your eyes only saw the best part of me, perfectly groomed in classic black and heels, ambivalence hidden behind serenity’s repose. I kept dishevelment ensconced in private rooms where uncombed hair fell in tangled lanks and mismatched Pj’s enclosed goose-pimpled flesh from the draft of honesty. Your ears only heard whispers and murmurs and sonorous sounds of yearning, never impatient recriminations in careless moments of the familiar or irrational shrieks of a bad temperament. The trick was the delicate convergence of the frenetic and the steadfast and how to locate the balance. ______________________________________________- Written with thanks to Three Word Wednesday … Continue reading Stitching the Pieces