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by Carmen H Gray 

the waves lapped at the shore

industrial waste in a place

where freshwater meets saltwater

the bright sky viewing a town that feels like a story I’ve written

like time stopped here, somewhere in the 1970’s of my childhood

and it may as well be a repeat of those chaotic times these days

except here I am, a woman now

with a daughter who can celebrate

a date that has past

and here we are

souls brined

hearts preserved

bodies intact

and this is better than any man made holy day to me

 

 

 

 

 

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Flow

Flow

by Carmen H Gray

 

i sometimes feel I drift between two worlds

one is

where time is not a binding entity

where cataclysmic waves are waiting to be traveled fearlessly

and the sky is fully present

broadened chances that aren’t hampered by clouds

heavy with water molecules

the other is some projected world

stifled by the densely packed

minute hands and man made dimensions of too much talking

but i choose the former

with streams and rocks and ants

who know better

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Parallel Lines

parallel lines

by Carmen H Gray

 

I saw those lines

running across your

soft arms

arms that had formed inside my womb

arms I bathed

arms that glistened in the summer sun

arms that were cut and poked and prodded, too

I gently placed aloe on those lines

and whispered prayers to each of them

”let the pain leave” I said

and only beauty reside here

Hope paralleled

within a tiny freckle found

Between those lines

 

 

 

 

Speechless

“But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!”-from The Awakening by Kate Chopin

Speechless

by Carmen H Gray

 

why didn’t you say anything?

what froze your tongue?

was it fear, sucking your mouth

stuck, in the murky muck

struck, like backs of our

ancestral sisters

we have struggled

to return to ourselves

to remunerate our homecoming

tumbling from centuries

of tongues tied through the ages

 

 

 

 

Rose Colored Glasses

Rose Colored Glasses

By Carmen H Gray

 

The truck with the tools

And the hole in the eaves

My view of the sunrise obscured by the trees

The cigarette butts

The plants dying of thirst

A Wold War II veteran nursed

In this unassuming place

And no, I never saw the ugliness

In you or you or you

I only saw what light you brought

Even in an afterthought

Even after the storms have passed

And sunlight shines its golden cast

I still see possibility in my line of sight

Sometimes I slip and take them off

Those rose-colored glasses you tossed

But if life is the way you think it is

It’s all for nought

We are absurd

Are we succored, our thoughts?

By the gentle palette?

For we can paint our world

Anyway we want

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 2014

August 2014

by Carmen H Gray

 

When, then, did I begin?

Was it in the darkest peak of that death?

Or was it when I found that opening?

A deep and hollow gash

The natural result of an unforeseeable crash?

I do not come with a timeline

Or a rolodex of recipes

Neatly filed and perfectly spaced

No, that is not how I was placed

I saw myself at the start of that curve

And then again at the baker’s dozen glance

Turning once more at thirty four, a dance

Of four gilded edges forging

Like what we see in the night skies

The spiral galaxies that radiate

The cells within us that communicate

I am you and you are me

We relive each moment’s mystery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunlight Beams

55A648C2-1B6C-4748-BE5E-DF6A9E929292 Sunlight Beams

by Carmen H Gray 

“Capture Me” I told him

I want to halt that moment

Of gravitional bliss

The freeness from the pull

The airborne leap in the heat

Before my warm feet kiss

The frigid turquoise water

And in those milliseconds

I feel the deliciously sweet

Water colors reflecting onto me

The sunlight beams shushing

The gentle azure wave, beckons

As it anticipates our embrace