I wish them cramps.
I wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
I wish them no 7-11.
I wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
I wish them one week late.
later I wish them hot flashes
and clots like you
wouldn’t believe. let the
flashes come when they
meet someone special.
let the clots come
when they want to.
let them think they have accepted
arrogance in the universe,
then bring them to gynecologists
not unlike themselves.
― Lucille Clifton
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My one wing friend, it was not I but the wind.
From the mighty trees, you rumbled.
My heart has pieces that are no longer here.
You must be insane if you dare to keep flying.
I hear you singing, and flapping about.
Say it a little more
I love you.
Cry if you must,
with no regrets, lest fear tumbled home
And caging chains humbled their bars.
And mumbling dreams are forgotten.
Pressing elasticity, stripping threads,
Gently shaping wet paint,
I came up short. Then I learn to stretch out
shiny tin cans, crush them for recycling.
And don’t let anyone, not even me
Define You. ♥
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My voice has joined the heavy cow skins -I can feel the earth. I’ve fought so hard not to fight. And yet this mud is cold. We are sinking and rising until (the earth) has had enough. I was told there are no cures for suffering. Desperate to be good, to be whole, to be found.
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I see the ocean, fall –
in all it’s power.
I see tree roots, singing on their knees.
I see great wings soar.
I have seen wisdom, sculpt its cooling winds.
I have drawn baths for little dirty children.
And then I see -bottled prayers, visions
and tears too.♥
Electrical dreams are manifested,
Breaking down failures,
Sprouting in faith-
We are tiny miracles.
Over troubled winds –
Thriving through and through,
The sky will lift her sagging breast.
Tidbits of love will pour out – they’ll say it’s rain.
Sparks of laughter will cry and peace will come again.
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words by VisionarieKindness©2016