Risen

Risen

My stab wound scar looks like a pink-capped wave on a placid ocean of cream. A Japanese-American doctor is the new the dean of medicine at a Midwestern university. I bet snow is hard to suture. Sunlight falls asleep on my dusty windowsill. Tonight, I will meet up with three childhood coconspirators at the intersection of new live music and old dead memories to celebrate our ability to smile. I need a threadbare head to match the comfortable red Misfits trucker hat I’ve worn for years. Tears christen a newborn tanker ready to make its maiden voyage. Whiskey laughs at time. Scuffed black boots dare me to dance again.

 

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Yes! This is a great piece of prose poetry - with just the right elements of both.
My fave line is a no-brainer, I guess: I bet snow is hard to suture. (And the next line too: Sunlight falls asleep on my dusty windowsill) Two brilliant, stand-out lines which elevate the paragraph to poetry. Cheers.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Wow. This spoke so much of revisiting the inner joy that only your old cohorts can bring out. It made me smile...wide!
"Tonight, I will meet up with three childhood coconspirators at the intersection of new live music and old dead memories to celebrate our ability to smile." Brilliant!

[What happened to simple..]

'Sunlight falls asleep on my dusty windowsill,' this line is amazing, but I love the memorial, 'scuffed black boots dare me to dance again.' Very nostalgic, though, also very in the moment at the beginning, as if time is slipping away and there's some sort of flash back of these beautiful/outstanding moments - right down to the snow, gives us such a sense of it all, yet it seems just seconds ago, as if you were outside before in hospital.. cool stuff =) xx

[KAREN]

The imagery is amazing and the poem itself flows! Nice job!!

[Robin]

"Tonight, I will meet up with three childhood coconspirators at the intersection of new live music and old dead memories to celebrate our ability to smile."

this style suits you well ~

[Maurice]

The language here is elegant and evokes strong images that make this poem memorable and enjoyable.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I swear you are a true master of blending the surreal silk with the raw grit of human bones and grinding it all to an intrinsic finish that weeps its alloys through the reader's tear ducts~ your imagery here is phenomenal~