I try to post every six days. Yesterday was the sixth day and for several days now, I’ve tried to pull my thoughts together to share a poem. All day yesterday, nothing. My mentor tells me not to explain my poetry; and I won’t explain why I’m struggling with words these days. Tragedy and I know each other, but this dark place is by far my hardest road.
©
15 January 2022
Cindy
B. Stevens
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This is poem is evolving. Might be waltz rhythm, rumba, or remain haiku.
I
prove no match when
death
decides, squeezes my hand
equates
my slow stride
©
8 February 2022
Cindy B. Stevens
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The following poem is in my chapbook, Naked, published by Main Street Rag.
not worthy
I accept the bread anyway
cup it in my hands
it’s torn like skin on a barbed wire fence
vine’s fruit
blood rich
a ruby Port thick on my tongue
I swallow the sacrifice
will I remember?
© 2018
Cindy B. Stevens
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