15 December

they said she could be molded by his hand

like clay

but it as it turned out

she was no angel 

so she blew the cover of that box apart

snatched up her brain and other stuff 

and walked  back into simplicity

where the wind blew the snow over the fields like waves

and the moon reflected off of the snowy world


you can't fix the world with a pair of lies


  1. cant fix anything with a bunch of lies...

  2. Oh, I like this very much and your last line, so true.

  3. Yes!! I'm glad she blew the cover of that box apart, snatched up her brain and other stuff, and walked back into simplicity. Really like your poem.

  4. Whew! This one is quite something. It's beyond me, how you take the jumble and make something that speaks - probably to everyone in a different way.

  5. No, a pair of lies will fix nothing. True enough.

  6. I must try snatching up my brain. lol :)

  7. she walked back into simplicity...

    I love that line, and every line of this poem rings true to me.

  8. I loved. "She blew the cover of that box..." she sounds like a feisty type.

  9. The clincher is the ending. It'll be full of holes otherwise! Nicely!


  10. This is my firest time reading your work, but from just this poem, your site design, and your gift of peace, I feel as if I know a gentle yet fierce, thought-filled spirit.

  11. This speaks to me of being a survivor and surviving the fire of relationship violence. An inspirational read, especially the lines that day she blew the cover of the box apart and took her brains and stuff back. Powerful imagery. Powerful emotion.


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Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

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