Room With A View.

Room With A View is a short piece about my grandmother's death and the joys of motherhood all tied into one. This piece was published at Austinmama.com, a fantastic website that encourages creative women of all kinds to get thier work out in the world to be seen.

Mama

Streaming tears
melting
hearts foot soldiers
stand-by
Carry, carrying
to carry
I drive forward
unrelenting tears
silkening downward
ever scolding,
a stance
set forth by others
trying tears
plying, flailing, failing
again upright
mine
beats now,
mine
cries now
flying tears
with force and intention,
I melt to tender touches,
hearing
Mama,
Mama,
Mama

Listening

I learned from the wind to believe my soul when it spoke.
The trees would lean and my heart rocked and
words would pour into my hands.
My mind heard, the words felt and I believed.
I learned from the wind not to doubt my soul.
Visiting my eyes, the wind opened them to hear what could not be seen.
They wielded, stripped and my ears closed to the questions.
I did not doubt.
Too late for that now.
Leaves whisper, pull, tucking away at my eyes.
The corners loosen the words that float to my fingers and crawl through my arms
to be read in me.
The wind colors my thoughts and I settle.
I learn from the wind to trust my soul.
Cleanse my soul. Take my soul.

Erroneous Intent

beseech, entreat,
Plead
implore, Beg,
intrusion,
Wanton apprehension
Necessary temptation
Candy-Coated Rookie.
Rip
Wide
Open
WAIT
Submit momentarily
Nude unavoidably
given desolation
recurring torment
Rip
Wide
Open
Retreat, Research,
Discover,
Remember
Sullied Virgin Ideal
(is real)