Wings

Wings

by Carmen H Gray

I traveled into the black hole

I was warned I’d be spaghettified

Maybe I have been

My heart was stretched

My thoughts were ripped apart

And all things were upended

They said “you won’t make it back”

Fare thee well

“You will be dead to me” I heard

But death begets a new life

For inside a chrysalis

A being dissolves

Unrecognizable

Spaghettified, one might say

I don’t think I made it back

To where I was

The world is not as it was before

Within the limitless chaos

There is order in the unexpected

Hope IS the thing with feathers

Like Emily writes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Slant

“Tell all truth but tell it slant”-Emily Dickinson

Slant

by Carmen H Gray

Life is not defined by a straight path

A neat and perfect bow fastened fascinates

Because of its obliqueness

Sharp angles and diagonal descent

Rising action leaning into soft, unexplored regions

Create curiosity for finding folded treasure

Hidden in the hugs of a line

Are Truths woven exactly

One degree more than its parallel below

Inviting you to unbind it

 

 

 

Me, Too

Me, Too

by Carmen H Gray

My great grandmother somehow had to make a living

After her husband died and she had children to feed

She was quite exquisite

Even as she washed wealthy people’s clothes

And took on other unsavory tasks

Like all women have done

Like all powerless people do

Do not think you are above it

The Me, Too’s

Or that you would have done anything differently

This land was built by Me, Too’s

Your house was cleaned by Me, Too’s

Your children have been nursed by Me, Too’s

Our history is wrought with Me, Too’s

Shut your gaping mouth

At the false display of surprise

Me, Too’s are unearthing a truth

Held sickly sweet inside

Rooted in depths of darkness

Time to birth it

The water breaks

The earth quakes

The fires blaze

As we raise

From the long forgotten past

The Me, Too’s

Me and You

 

 

 

 

All That Is

All That Is

by Carmen H Gray

When you were a tiny baby

And bad things happened to good people

My heart ached

I closed my eyes and prayed to whomever

And your soft face was conjured in my mind

It gave me unadulterated peace

Separateness is an illusion

Even the photons know this

Whispering to our future selves

Planting seeds in our faraway past

So that we can arrive together

Outside of time and space

Remembering who we are again

 

Tenderness

Tenderness

by Carmen H Gray

Tender darkness with tendrils

That reach deep into the aching

Kissing our self-pity, rocking our illnesses

So sweet and comfortable in our cocoons

Tender silence from broken parts

Of mauled noises that struck our ears

Leaving us thrashing about

But you have to be still to hear the softness again

Tender wounds that weep with pus

But are covered ever and anon

Does it hurt more to extricate the poison?

Is tender just a state of mind?

Like a word that can be changed

With one letter

Tinder sparks that spread

Cauterizing the damage

Ushering in light, passion, heat, sound

Opening up to a new

Tenderness

 

The Climb

The Climb

by Carmen H Gray

 

I went there again

That cliff with the rocks jutting out

And others were still there

Perched on the rocks

As I pulled myself up

Saying to me, “Keep Going”

When I wanted to give up

But this time, a hooded woman

Smiled at me as she guided me to the top

I surveyed the world below

And she pushed me

Into mid-air

What kind of woman does that?

I felt the quickening of wings on my back

As I looked back

She turned around and her face

Had the familiar gentle curve

Of my own

Dreamers

Dreamers

By Carmen H Gray

“Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.”-Langston Hughes

I cannot stop thinking

About Leon, aptly named thus

For he was proud as a lion

And fierce, too

Or Daisy or Rosa, both like flowers

With minds blossoming into perfection

I cannot stop thinking of how they came back to me

Years later

As teenagers and humbly asked me

“Maestra, will you vouch for me?”

I helped grow those beautiful souls

They are part of me and I am part of them

Some of them are going to be scientists

Or already are

And have discovered how ill we are

That we did not know what fortune fell upon us

When they came to us

As Dreamers