August 24, 2010
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Jewel
I really knew nothing about Jewel until my nephew was born, and my sister wanted me to read her Jewel’s book. For a woman in labor, I do anything. Here are some poems from Jewel’s book “A Night without Armor”
It’s been
Too many nights
Of being with
To now be suddenly
Without
*
I find it strange that we search
Our whole lives for love
As though it were the
Final treasure
Yet when it comes to your door
One morning with calm eyes to deliver itself
You realize it alone is not enough
*
Gather yourself at the seashore
And I will love you there
Assemble yourself with wild things
With songs of the sparrow and sea foam
Let mad beauty collect itself
In your eyes and it will shine, calling me
For I long for a man
with nests of wild things in his hair
A man who will kiss the flame
*
I’m leaving
You’re done
Cut the cord
I will bare my heart
Make sure it’s sharp
Make it quick
Flash your will against me
Smother the beating
Dull the pulse
Show mercy
And I will rip
What was yours, what was living in me,
And return it to you.
Do it while our hearts
Are still intact
Before they rot in each other’s care
Before they become riddled with bitterness
Choked by the stinking seeds
Of resentment
*
Sometimes
I feel
My heart
Fall
To vague depths
Between
Words there
Are such
Spaces that
I can’t help but feel
My heart fall
Between
The pregnant pause
Of all you will
Not say
And all
I can
Not ask
*
I guess what I
Wanted was to hear
You’d stay with me always.
I guess what I
Wanted was to see
Those hands vowing
Never to leave my own.
I guess what
I wanted was to know
I am not loving in vain.
*
Throw yourself
Into the traffic of
His desire
Unpredictable
Red sports car
No helmet in hand
Your heart a potential
Red smear
In the hindsight of
His rear view mirror
*
There. No more mushy-gushy stuff. I promise.
