poetry

A women’s spring

i have a mouth of needles and feet like albumen,
peppermint walks of my body deliver a soft voice,
I squeak often and break like vintage china,
leaking is the catharsis, moon or the sun, we leak sideways.

Ferment tales on my pillows,
sliding a perforated cup of talks to my own self,
(my own mind is hell)it has fungus and roses both.
so i talk and conversate,
slipping into the darkness of my broken fingernail.

this body rotate like dwarves on sherry,
with a flower in my womb,
fever fever fever
i am wild now.

so my body has another light,
a vacuum instilled inside a vacuum,
what does it make me do now?
Ingesting my mouth, perhaps?
Chills beneath these grey lips
lead like shadows dwindling.

69 thoughts on “A women’s spring

      1. Hey. Ok but in a lot of physical pain. If it were not for my poetry I could not keep going. So glad I have my blig. How are you?

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  1. Sorry, but have to start my comment with this little footnote. Your self descriptions make me smile. I know they are symbols and metaphors yet, I smile that a beautiful woman describes herself with grey lips and mouth of needles.

    Now, seriously, you are an AWfully great poet. Parts of your poetry make me go Aaaaaw
    while your metaphors always leave me in AWE. Your blog should be a must read for all students of poetry. I so admire your poetry MVS.

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