Lemon, Limes

Lemon, Limes

A Poem by Alana Zombie
"

freedom at best

"

A renewed feeling

Like, a time

When I was wrapped in disbelief

A foil around my bones

Ripped off

Momentary freedom

 

 

It rained today

Trapped in a window

Behind the glass

And in front of it once more

Single strands of water dribbled down

Once attached to droplets

They glistened

Now they are free to fall

 

 

So, the grass was wet

It felt under my feet

Like honeysuckle

And sweet to the senses in my heels

But I stopped walking

To stare along the horizon

My eyes followed the procession

And into the sky they soared

Flying high like my mind

 

 

In the apple of my eye sat the reason

My core, stripped, wallpaper dreams

Tearing along the seems

Of a mangled tapestry

I watch the pieces hit the ground

They sit there, stagnant, floating on the floor

Lily pads in hells pond

Heavily drooping, crying, threads are loose

But free from all that thinks

They are tears of ecstasy

 

 

 

It’s still raining

At least we’re all free

© 2009 Alana Zombie


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Alana Zombie
Alana Zombie

Amherstburg, Ont. Canada



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