giving thanks

Sharing the last two stanzas from “giving thanks”:

for wood walks

music

stories

dance

quiet

for hugs

friends

tears

family

laughter

community

© 24 November 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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glass shadow

Two stanzas from “glass shadow”:

sometimes it’s blindfolded

intoxicated on a ballet stage

other times, it’s a brandished claymore

it flays my flesh

appears aloof, walls no one

sees, copes with day

torment, misery

at night, it spins in a disco ball head

it’s all I have

© 21 December 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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tragedy divined

Sharing the first stanza of “tragedy divined”, a short poem:

my tragedies crave to cloak

hide

submerge me

my tragedies want to inhibit me

© 2 December 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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holy hell

This poem came from images in a graphic dream.  Here are the second, fourth, and eighth stanzas from “holy hell”:

thugs wear children faces

they carry guns under their shirts

knives tucked at ankles

they agitate hostility

spark skirmishes

explode malevolence

they don’t know their nightmare has my face

until they turn the street corner

my gun is just for looks

I hold it loosely in my bloody fingers

from a fight already won

maybe I should take that trip to heaven

walk out the kitchen door

click the latch

sip whisky with my friends

Lucifer will join us

he’ll remember I don’t like whisky

he’ll fix a cup of tea for me instead

with sugar, cream

cookies, crackers

© 29 November 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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the pancake house

Sharing the last stanza from “the pancake house”:

nice people greet me by name at the Pancake House

they warm my boysenberry syrup

bring me extra sausages

sometimes crispy bacon

they remind me to take my purse when I leave

© 21 September 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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