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Three From Kerri Morris

 

 

Just a Dream


Crack the bottle shards of green glass

splinter by corners of my eye

like a film I saw while sleeping


Heard the sound of people weeping


or perhaps it was just the rain.


Behind the label is liquid

amber waves the life as it leaves

bubbles fizz for words left unsaid


spilling into parts of the head


Tastes like colors over my tongue

candy thick with memories that

smell like summers before, before


The top was popped, walked out the door.


Golden wings settle up above

amber waves the life as it leaves

champagne kisses are empty glass


Swallowed before me in a flash


or perhaps it was just thunder.


Toast the sip still wet on your lips

one to take the place of the last

remember the name you pray for


When day won’t settle any more


or perhaps it was just a dream.


Compound

 

 If there was no moon

stars would rain all night

splash against a tide

that forgot it's plight,

that forgot to glide


If there was no sun

and the wind was left

out beyond the shore

and there made a cleft

between sea and moor


that no sail could breach

no compass could guide

one would see by chance

with lost by her side

the pining swan's glance


If there was no break

after day.


Spider, Reclined

 

Talk of a day, the spider cried

legs of linen reclined

upon a weave of dreams, dried

Like grapes on a vine


And snoozing, not he slept

but watched with diamond eyes

as things below continually crept

without the kindness of reply


I need to recall, he whispered

as hands slid round the face

when trying to be heard

never means forever


To the tadpoles as they skated

in waters untouched, untried

or yellow-breasted foes that had not contemplated

any parasitic ponderings of their plight


Woe is he who tries to ease

by the telling of his tale, the burden

of the web all will cast out into the breeze

and so spin anew upon the tree top


Past wintry springs

and silvery gold

that spider did sing and gathered his strings

his trinkets of woven wisdom.


Such wisdom was his sigh

with a breath the thread spent

set to flutter and fly

and carried away on moonbeams, he went.


I am married and a mother of two girls.  I work part time, spend the other half managing my home and driving my kids around!  It makes me wonder how I have ever had time to write!  It is a scribble on a sticky note here and a text to myself there, and somehow these poems come together that I am proud to have breathed life into. 

Motivation:

Just a Dream-I lost a very close friend of mine to a violent crime.

Compound-This one is actually again somewhat related to the loss of different loved ones and being the one left behind, the half left of what is supposed to be a pair.

Spider, Reclined-My motivation for this one was aging.




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Editor: Pamela Tyree Griffin

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