Poetry Speaks
1
When you’re tired of the world
& its devastation,
I’m your golden arch
You use me to squash your appetite
for forbidden food
I soothe you when your
friends betray you
I calm you when you’re anxious and angry.
I make your life luminous in blackness
while you prattle, prance & pounce
against indifference indignity
of deep, dark night
Every disturbance & danger
frighten you like a wasp in your path.
2
A gold leaf flies in your window
You so elegantly pen its existence
When it snows in spring,
you protest in bleak language:
“It’s a blemish
in blasé nature,” you said.
3
When the art dealer
forgets your Georgia O’Keeffe,
your Jacob Lawrence, & your Claude Monet
you blast him on paper
to trap your tongue
You forget: I’m your bond;
You have me to console you
if you’re feeling angry,
a little purple, or overwhelmed.
c/o copyright 2012 Joyce Evans-Campbell
c/o copyright 2012 Joyce Evans-Campbell
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