Relationship

Squeezing Love

Breathing in you.
Breathing out you.
My lungs alone,
Love you.
Been in this prickly isolation.
Oh how long can we suffer?
Before the mind is bleak in blunders.
And west of home, you know you touched my indian summer.
So why can’t we quit this defeat?
At 22, I wish I had you honey.
For my heart was wounded
in deathly tension.
And my existence seemed like a fixed fate of continued loss and self-mutilation.
But don’t you know,
even then I heard you coming;
from a roof that could have
crushed every bone.
But now here we stand.
Merging our isolation.
Mouth to mouth.
Folded like an origami rose.
Kneaded,
our hearts found their way.
You.
Breathless and tall.

poem and art: Naomi Ruth W.S.

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Mine Na Poem 8.

Hannah Rae Lark

Hannah, you always soared higher than the skylark. Your dawn song, the loudest, banishing all the darkness of our childhood days.

I often tried to mimic the way you caught their attention, your energy, your beauty, your unshattered confidence—how you sought more life then the day could bring.

You showed me how to be brave through all our youthful escapades. Held my hand when we jumped into that crystal dusk lake.                                                              It’s okay, the fish will only caress your legs. 

When we climbed out on that roof, it mattered not what season…The country midnight fields echoed our laughter. Your voice booming the loudest and aliveness for the both of us.

When did you start banishing the day? Throwing fire at the sun?                                                      You’re battling against your strengths.

Yes, there is time to lie under the grieving rock, but the moss has begun to grow on top. And the air pockets are closing in on your withdrawal. It must be hot!? 

In the stark night, you pour poison down your throat, but you’re not meant for this bitterness. Even so you broke your wing, the dawn still misses your summoning.

I’m only your little sister, but I’ll fly and sing out…Tell the sun you’re just under the shade. That your song will shimmer in the reflective morning again. Once your done being the Nova of the night.

Poem and Photo by : Naomi Ruth S. W.

Video: Heather Nova – Throwing Fire At The Sun

 

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