snow

Some lines from “snow”:

blood washed my chalk line

I love speed

highway hum

roads sleet slick

I sneeze

wheel jerks back over yellow line

damn that monster

© Cindy B. Stevens

30 August 2017

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Sunday isn't Sunday

Here’s part of a poem I just started, "Sunday isn’t Sunday":

Sunday afternoon breathes Saturday night

its chest rises

falls

breath like Cortland apples

its mouth full of Easter peeps

© 18 April 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

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somebody else

Two stanzas from “somebody else”:

I don’t know I need a savior

I’m too much commotion

my turmoil overcrowded

I’m bone-weary

I don’t know I need to see

can I be delivered from me?

© 21 September 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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writing in caves

Here are three lines from my short poem, “writing in caves”:

I like my cave

I helped build this cave

I’m afraid to come out of my cave

© 25 August 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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my Damascus

I enjoyed creating and fleshing out “my Damascus”.  My friend, Jim Adams, blacksmith and artist, helped clarify the blacksmithing terms I wanted to use.  Here are two stanzas:

my whole body harmonizes with D minor dross embedded in my feet

I can’t scrape it off my soles or

gouge it out

I want to shed slag from my veins

I need forgiveness everyday

but if my flesh

is a specter in my memory

am I still forgiven?

© 27 April 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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