The Day 6 prompt was to deal with something that makes you nervous, gives you butterflies in your stomach. My poem for today recalls an incident from the past that no longer makes me nervous. But, it is still with me.
Relocation 1973
Bruised blueberry tears
From windowpane eyes
Darken my breasts
Heart hammers
Stomach somersaults
Brain bellows
What roadblock will today bring
Sorry
we just rented that apartment
Your
kids are too young
Your
kids are too old
You
need a bank account or cash
to
get that TV
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
What have I done
moving here
These people
do not know who I am
Nor
do
they
care.
A very sad poem. I'm glad this experience is in your past, though the lines "What have I done / moving here" stays with me. For every time we move, we take risks. We are the outsiders.
ReplyDeleteIt was a sad time for me, Beth. But I gained a certain amount of strength from it. Thanks for writing. xoA
DeleteWow...this is a gut-punch poem. Very powerful. The ending was definitely killer but I also have to say I loved the bruised blueberry tears...such an unusual but at the same time perfect image.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Anna. I'm pleased that the emotion came through. xoA
DeletePowerful. Beautiful imagery in the first stanza.
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