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3 Women   1 comment

3 Women

What was sad is now spring
wetlands waiting for her trees to leaf

What was joy wears the same pants,
orders the same lattes, wonders of her new
resistances with the same old curiosity

What continues to yearn for answers
becomes a weathered bow with strength
too slight to pull the feathered arrow
the one promising long flights
of possibilities but slipping
into a downward drift
of point over feather fall

 

Mary Strong Jackson

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Posted May 11, 2018 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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What Withers Us Old   Leave a comment

something pulls collagen from the bones
frays the heart with too many rubbings
each shallow exhale wearies the body
expelling all we’ve got in the same old words
given only a finite number of times
to unmask declare affirm who we are

every word spoken is one word closer to our last
tread across our own and another’s senses
closer to one last shudder as we lay
“etherized upon a table”

sensing death’s hover we spew words
believing it natural to become old
when the fountain of youth exists
in the choices of our syllabic exhales
the sincere listening on the inhales

 

Mary Strong Jackson

Posted May 11, 2018 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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