This is another poem by the wonderful Brian Francis!! Enjoy people… (commentary by michelle, the grrrreat!)
Pieces of Prayers
At the water, waiting for the night to creep in.
A thief tucking away
daylight, carrying it off.
Seldom does this sun set on sins unrepented.
It collapses in my hands.
All of it.
Those same hands that reach for you,
that scribbled love notes on parts
I know you hated most
so you knew I loved you exactly
the way you were.
Hands that shake when the world rages.
Looking for something to grasp -
a convenient excuse to run
when it gets too much.
I look at
younger versions of myself
wondering where it went.
I knew it was fragile – always did.
Never thought that the pressure would have me
chewing my own tongue to the point where
you caught pieces in your palm.
Pieces of prayers that I couldn’t rush
out of me fast enough.
Floodwaters capsize the little man in
a rowboat cursing the shooting stars
the gypsies rode in on.
So much so it tenses my body to fits and god-
she’s having trouble with translations.
I told you that there was no place
I’d rather be
I never knew a monster like those 6 months.
Belly swollen with
boogiemen and butterflies.
My barbwire beauty
marks the spot
where the path was forked.
The weight sits heavy inside.
Tears echo behind eyes-
I lose words
seizing the day.
Ashes to ashtrays
Dusk to dusty back roads
where a story in a dingy sack
slung over shoulder is dragged.
Put to rest at the riverbed.
Test the water with your toes.
Walk away washed
with parts of me
still choking on I’m sorry.
You are a story I cannot complete.
I stole another moment and keep it
shiny and new in my pocket.
It hangs from a silver chain around my neck.
I recite it every night with the prayers Gretel taught me.
I take time with this prayer.
I let it come naturally.
It means too much not to get it right.
how great thou art
silhouetted in ocean
you lick salt off your lips
you grow trees tall enough to hide
atmosphere ballooned like a belly,
stitched to the earth
like a parachute,
we breathe each other’s breaths
until we’re dizzy with fumes
a country with roads halfway finished
gravel stops suddenly
against a barricade of trees, bowed
carving paths only for those with
heels made of the earth,
I am covered in your bark
waiting to crack.
Yay! Michelle joined us in writing! Here is her response to the writing prompt:
How great thou art
My toes curl at the thought of you
wishin. waiting. wanting just to be
falls of water avalanche down
how great thou art!
How Great Thou Art
your flesh folds over
as you curl yourself
then open. you’ve drooled
on my shoulder twice
since we collapsed into
each other last. you twitch
in your sleep
and while you operate the day
between the fluttering
but my these random bursts
lead me home.
haikus by the infamous mario dones…
hey, how great thou art
you bought me some chicken
nice. you hold it down
i wake up on Saturdays
she gives me the news.
With potential’s passing
hand and welcoming embrace,
the broken bright, cracke me
open slow. Another body pillow
soaked in sleep walking trails.
The loose leaves fossilized.
When they read, years later
maybe they can tell folktales
of these minor triumphs.
I am a mighty mythology
taken in vain .
I asked God if she needed a drink…
I finished first again, so here is my poem:
night turns backwards
and your face is lit with dawn,
quiet closes your eyes like pockets
stuffed with nervous palms and
I can still smell you.
You smell like morning, sour
soaked in sweet.
the sun trips through the window
stumbles and spreads across your legs
I want to kiss your shadows
that’s where the flavor pools
the coolest water mellows in valleys
tucked in shade.
I want you.
there’s nothing more potent
than early morning thirst and my
throat cracks, sticky silence
but your lips are closed
your tongue holding on to its spit
for dear life.
stenciled in your body’s inverse
inhaling your sleep
I ask God to just this once pause time.
Connect the dots of today
Sketches of the branches sway
Holes on the horizon line
Hi-light the rising night
Magic eraser, we”ll lose ourselves
Blown breeze ring the fluffy bells
Shake our smudges clean
We’ll write another ream.