before

“before” is a simple, five stanza poem; sharing the first and last stanzas:

while in the womb

how can it be

that God knew me

before

. . . 

knows me coming

knows me going

how can it be

that God knew me

before

© 13 December 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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flesh and blood

Here are the second and next to last stanzas of “flesh and blood”.  The entire poem is in Naked, © 2018, Main Street Rag Publishing Company.

my day stretches out with its guarantee of apathy

I see pain-etched faces akin to old window glass

I watch the heavy, summer wind blow my hat

from one end to the other on the rear window car ledge

like my unanchored belief

 

if I follow my path

I’ll arrive at the manger

in the dark, alone

with only donkeys and goats

for company

© 2018       Cindy B. Stevens

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bare skin

I wanted a Christmas poem to share with you, ten days prior, and decided on “bare skin”, which appears, in its entirety, in Naked, © 2018, Main Street Rag Publishing Company.  Here are the first and last three stanzas of this melancholic poem:

I feel his bare skin pressed against mine

intimate

snuggle in soft sheet luxury

on a cold, no alarm, Saturday morning

. . . 

lights are on

fire’s laid

it’s a full moon Christmas

I fill my glass

practice the art of the dunk

air bubbles shoot to surface and pop

I scoop the chocolate chip cookie chunk from my milk

Santa died

it’s hard to sleep

© 2018       Cindy B. Stevens

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I make change

Here’s the first stanza of “I make change”:

I’m a fallen angel

                                    in my laced-up

                                    buckled

                                    zippered

                                    burnt-orange

                                    knee-high leather

                                    boots, I walk

past the greeter towards the third pew

© Cindy B. Stevens

7 October 2016

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I cope

“I cope” speaks of needs and acceptance; here are seven lines:

pain grinds me like a coffee bean

I need escape

need a brew

I wait

watch

want

light

© Cindy B. Stevens

21 July 2017

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