July 16, 2017

exhausted, we turned, looked silently, a poem between us spoke :

found on a Colorado adoption organization's webpage
lookwhatthecatbroughtin.org
photographer unattributed



we told ourselves there will be 
no bee sting therapy for awhile 
our arms and legs bore 
the marks and masks that grasp
painted pain's pleasurable rasp 
like burial mounds of red swollen why 
old cells are reborn and come to die 
for the cause, the clause Life insists 
on being enacted 
breath by breath 
ease of amble 
thoughts ajar 
as cages rattle 
when souls 
are squeezed in 
to these spaces 
where electrons went 
and we go whew to tra-la-la-ing while
here Schrödinger Schrödinger plays 
the eons, wind and carve 
eyes gaining wisdom 
nose, familiarity 


EJR ©

2 comments:

  1. "painted pain's pleasurable rasp(berry)
    like burial mounds"

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    1. yes, ripened berry = apt metaphor

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