blossoms in AprilA Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)they nature of the way thing's are.blossoms in April
in the picket fenced killing yard. reincarnated leaves return as battered blue-black toenail falls away- ambition's corpse on the grey vinyl bathroom floor.
do God’s eyes squint at Springtime Sabbath? dark oaken pews in shapely rows like stanza poetry that carpet bombs the senses and robotic responsive ping ponged psalms bounce and fade. this was mom’s tabernacle. mother was a saint. she suffered deeply when she died. none of these people were there.
biographical thanatopsis napkin tucked in the catchall kitchen drawer with orphan twist ties, unpaid bills, Chinese menus and inkless pens. three elegant yellow tea glasses of anesthesia and I am staring at a lifeless television from a secondhand blue recliner in strained silent tears. mourning Winter. prank calling God. hiding from the light. my sorrow blossoms in April.
© 2010 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)Author's Note
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Added on April 9, 2010Last Updated on April 9, 2010 AuthorFreder Fredersen (aka Grady)Cleveland, TXAboutI'm as wired as a Kamikaze train wreck dance off in downtown Screamerville! When I write I try to leave this world behind and create a new dimension of words and other fresh organic ingredients. In ot.. more..Writing
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