blossoms in April

blossoms in April

 

last pale brown spirit of frost dies a slow green death

in the picket fenced killing yard.

reincarnated leaves return

as my battered blue-black toenail falls away-

a dream corpse on the grey vinyl bathroom floor.

 

I need Jesus.

 

charcoal and ivory church hats return to a former flagrant pastel glory.

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. bounce and fade.

this was mom’s tabernacle. mother was a saint.

she suffered deeply when she died. none of these people were there.

 

I need whiskey.

 

torn night transcribed in slashed prose pencil dreams;

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 masked in strained silent tears.

 

mourning Winter.

prank calling God.

hiding from the light.

 

my sorrow blossoms in April.

 

I don’t know what I need.

Reviews

[Fegger]

This is an incredible capture and so very, very vividly honest. I truly and sincerely commend you for having the will or need to explore such a candid write; and there's no evidence, to me, that this was easy. The phrasing is tense and, while being antagonistic at times, it lends to the angst, sorrow and frustration. Absolutely excellent!

[cfix]

I really enjoyed this write.

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is spectacular... what the soul needs at such times is not easily come by as you have so aptly shown. Very painful, empathetic writing.

My sorrow blossoms in April too

[OT]

well after this... I'll take the whisky haha! (you can keep those goblins though)! brilliant!! the word choice was amazing (-looks over shoulder-writes down some-) haha - great, dark, convoluting imagery!! nice!!