Poems from bellm5
When I was younger
I witnessed Mamma crying
in the midst of night
Daddy would gaze
out windows
and nothing seemed right
Big sister told me...
Surrounded
Shut
Structure me in architectural
Slates of red’s browns
Slicing through me no more
Because I am hard
Solid
Stammer
Stutter...
back home
in back woods
back where
rain
smells like
more than sweat
and the after
taste of fish
but is breath
we breathe
infinitely
back...
stern
the way his hands
gripped
the bud light
bottle
forming prints
that wash down
like blood drops
from pantie lines
polite
the way his...
Sometimes summers
are used for slight
awakenings
So we realize
who we were
to begin with
So we find
what we loved
from the start
And
Those...