momma / poet
POEM OF THE DAY
Don’t Read: [Heart]
She replied with a [heart]
to my inquiry
How ya doin’ old friend?
In the new language of
banana-ripe emojis, I read
Don’t bother writing again.
Betsy Gowans, Sylvia Print
"A Son , the Second, Is Born"
My son cannot remember the day he came to
lose his mother.
read more at: itmustbeheartbreaking.com/2016/11/20/a-son-is-born-the-second-by-elisabeth-horan/
“Wellbutrin in my Brain”There is Wellbutrin in my brain,
and I’d like to get it out.
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I have walked through low valleys
with the shadow of death as my ally.
I have met what might take me across
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I am indebted to Robert Frost for teaching me to write like the gallop of a horse, and that nature has all the imagery I need to survive as a poet.
Sylvia Plath is in my mind and heart as I write. I always wonder what pushed her over the edge. Stay Mommy is a poem I wrote thinking of her. To feel so bad that we might leave our children, is a darkness unfathomable to most. But it is real. And she lived it.
Emily Dickinson lives close to my soul. She wrote quietly, passionately fervently, often without an audience and isolated from the world. If I could see her in a parallel universe, I would tell her thank you for changing my world and teaching me that I can write as a woman, for woman; not have to try and write like a man might....
To answer to my heart, find the peace within and practice kindness.
Make the world a safer place for the marginalized: animals, children, women, people of color, LGBTQA, the displaced, the war torn, the refugees; the poor, the alone, the people living with fear in their hearts. I wish I could take the anger out of people and feed it to them as love.
Be kinder to myself, so that I might be whole enough to change the world.