She sprints
to last spring,
dust bursts
spray from asphalt
left - right lightning smashes.
Unripe endurance
four minutes
knees scream
body chills spread.
Halt.
Regression descends,
dissolving presence,
perpetuating
pixelated
expired
dyadic communion.
Force field
systemic
smack-thud
divorce
spliced coexistence
hollowed stone.
Seize • grip
rock shards,
scathing emotion
sacrifice:
white-knuckled bloodbath.
Haze lifts.
Lucid saucers,
bloodshot,
glaze-lock onto
unfurling palms.
Expectant
cortisol-drenched
ice blaze
nerve fray...
Tiny gasp
disillusionment disintegrates
revel • entrance • digest
translucent opalescence
lavender - plum - violet - amaranth - aubergine
mountain range
in miniature.
Saltwater droplets
sparkle upon impact,
starbursts
Sundance.
Phoenix stretches,
awakening.
Hands open,
palms skyward…
each cradling
one
half
of
past-whole.
Blur; blink; focus.
With transpicuous clarity,
five senses in hyperdrive,
metamorphism
to thriving.
Sacred nature
proffers
crystalline assuagement
amethyst geode.*
Naked soles
grounded,
vermillion poppies
kiss calves.
She is
embracing
embraced
•
•
•
aLiVe.
©smc, 2023 July
*Author Note: I have been grieving the loss of my BB. That’s him in the photo. I think in visual imagery, and this poem was written in an effort to communicate how I process the memory of the moment the photo of BB was taken. I am celebrating a shift from pain that is impossible to communicate to sharing my growth while still grieving.
BB and I were as one, like a solid rock. Our souls were intertwined at a depth, breadth, and width that I did not know was possible. When I had to let go of him, the “rock” was split in half.
Inside of that “rock,” just recently I envisioned an amethyst geode.* I chose amethyst because it symbolizes the most powerful of auras: purple.
Even through grief, I am growing, with humility, gratitude, and Love.
* https://thecitrinecircle.com/en-us/products/mexican-amethyst-geode-17?fbclid=IwAR1ClWsLKYHlUZBaCZY86jUCh7w2K1-ryM4cKpcTNNRaZi0WNBENj5a6mI0
BB and I were as one, like a solid rock. Our souls were intertwined at a depth, breadth, and width that I did not know was possible. When I had to let go of him, the “rock” was split in half.
Inside of that “rock,” just recently I envisioned an amethyst geode.* I chose amethyst because it symbolizes the most powerful of auras: purple.
Even through grief, I am growing, with humility, gratitude, and Love.
* https://thecitrinecircle.com/en-us/products/mexican-amethyst-geode-17?fbclid=IwAR1ClWsLKYHlUZBaCZY86jUCh7w2K1-ryM4cKpcTNNRaZi0WNBENj5a6mI0
