In sunshine
brown flesh pours on grass,
nourishing soil
for the goldenrod
to resurrect in fall.
Bodily eruptions
make life’s faint worries
dissolve to the ground.
Memories hoard lust
in separate mounds
as sin’s disfigured shadow
twists in torment
beneath the crust.
Coarse hair coils
between green blades
then mashes leisurely
into wet earth
as warm blood
shades white stones
and quivering muscles
lose themselves in the rhythm
of bones crackling to ash.
I am nothing. I
no longer can be found.
Shawn Regina Jones
reprinted from
“Womb Rain” (Finishing Line Press)
Always admire good poetry that touches my heart. Thanks.
Thank you so much for stopping by, Elaine : )
This is very well written, love the imagery.
Thank you. I appreciate the encouragement. I am new to the blogging world : )
Great to have you. You have a lovely website and an impressive resume. So much love, warmth, and support on here. I am sure you will enjoy being here