Kansas Skylight

Dedicated with love to Wichita, Kansas, to pregnant women everywhere, and to my mom -

A snow-airy afternoon, to the south, slushy soot-smoke flutes by,

Like blindfolds, black-dazzling Roman City Hall -

A corruption of counselors clamor for a Caesarian exit.

The fire thieves truck skid-dodges Wyatt's Hotdogs, until, like those ugly sirens,

It fades from my swollen senses.

 

I am lying here, more beautiful than ever. I have some company -

Though not in the old sense.

 

Sedgwick County kids, awash with Wichitan heart, lollop lightly at first - 'fore

Tramping tulips to The Two Towers talk -

Tolkien terror-tots teem toward the English Dept. of WSU, past

Millipede; her metallic high-heals nowhere bound -

Static through midday's Camel smokestacks,

Swirling through the lunchtime massacre of the breeze.

Milli, the eyes and ears of this institution, listens, bored.

I dream of American Spirit. Using a rare, animal-shaped lighter, a zippopotamus -

I light my way.

Sometimes I skulk, polluted, it feels like I cannot breathe.

I am so scared for the unborn.

I am so scared for our world - so very scared of me.

I am facing north -

A Cessna Bobcat, spits, dips, and tricks the apartment satellites into shudders.

Wide silver smiles amidst tenement upon tenement. The Ronald Reagan rust -

Projects in monochrome pierce the low sky under Kansas heaven.

The high north-westerns, their coat-hanger spires,

Ten story love letters to amoral architecture,

Their blunt asphalt-peaked roofs sheltering the vested gentry,

The landlord lynchers, and Chelsea Elsie's purple harem.

 

Late winter-shriveled trees shroud smut peddlers,

Coughing and spluttering like b******s, their adenoids coke-crack to charcoal crystal.

Before, after cocktails at The Annex Bar,

This would have been an afternoon for Neapolitan sex.

The rain now comes in colors.

 

White striped Cadillac wheels, Chisholm Creek Bridge in wreck hour rush -

The feeling coming from my bones, says find a home, blurs out loud.

 

Baby girl, I always knew you would come to me -

I am all over the place, but not in the old sense. It is the best feeling.

Freezing winds howl around my skylight. I feel no pain -

 

I am jumping through the tall grass, along the Arkansas river.

 

Reviews

[Corset]

Such a perfect tribute to motherhood, to all the fears , anxieties that bringing a child into the world can cause, to the sharpness and clarity that comes from the beauty of slowing down finding a place to nest in and raise young instinctively, and to the ambiance of a world known only by grandparents, to making a line, generations, to passing on what is best in us including hopes and dreams we nurture for our children, Rosa is a mother, a creator and giver of life, and she seems to do it so effortlessly lol!
Beautiful Poetry , beautiful world, beautiful innocence, Beautiful Mother Goddess of fertility :P

[Rosalind Gale]

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[Rosalind Gale]

So many storms to live through -
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[Corset]

I miss you Rosie, I had a dream about you last night, you were mad at me for being a horrible friend and i was trying to convince you of my shiner parts lol..was that you? I think so, Ive been thinking about you of late so I am not supprised to see you , you are probably beautifully round by now, and so absolutely lovely! It was Brittish friday yesterday and every where we went we spoke with a Brittish accent, and I could help thinking how you must have taken Europe by storm while you were there! ow are you feeling? Still content?

[Corset]

(please use Brittish accent when reading the about contents )

[ChemicalMadness]

What an absolute talent your are. This world you brought to life was enveloping. On its own, a statement like "it is the best feeling" is meaningless. Placed in and amongst the splendor you created, it means everything. I would read anything you write. Twice.


Well done.
CM.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks so much for your lovely review, I truly appreciate it.
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[Frieda P]

Such an absorbing read, I must admit I know nothing of Kansas, I felt at home in your lovely words.

And the feeling coming from my bones, it says find a home, blurs out loud.

Favorite line, says it all, much enjoyed Rosalind.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks Frieda -
-x-

[Frieda P]

My pleasure, I really liked this one. x

[Rosalind Gale]

:)
-x-

[Mickey Hilts]

This is beautiful, imagery, sense of what you feel, what you're imagining and seeing, letting time fly by while you contemplate motherhood, you're brilliant, there's even a look into your former past. don't ever stop writing

[Rosalind Gale]

You are kind, as always.
-x-

[Dr. Wood ?]

I don't think you missed anything...The scene has been set...Best wishes and may it all go smoothly for you

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Doc -
-x-

[Rosalind Gale]

Hey, 'Zippopotamus' - I thought of you when I came up with it, I had a feeling you might like it. Someone should make one.
-x-

[Dr. Wood ?]

It is a great word and begs for a whole poem..I may do one if that is ok

[Rosalind Gale]

Yes! That will be wonderful!
-x-

[Dr. Wood ?]

All done now....I am not so sure it is that good but Take a look and see what you think...please

[Mark]

The flow, the imagery are wonderful. My western brain struggles to find the meaning here, my more philosophical side just enjoyed the ride. Good piece IMO :)

[Rosalind Gale]

Oh thank you, Mark, very much.
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