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By Belinda Date: 2011 Aug 13 Comment on this Work [[2011.08.13.14.20.25223]] |
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Woke up sick this morning from the ongoing disease that will not ease “does she always call you with her problems?” She said last summer when I showed that vulnerable side to you other women can be so cruel never mind go take care of them left you in a bind again I thought you were someone I knew Where is this poem coming from? From my body being drained poked and prodded this week blood drawn again From my spirit aroused awakened by the dream that became a nightmare in it were carvings of hearts chiseled on trees initials of love swaying in the breeze leaving a mark for time and eternity From New York’s Oak New Mexico’s Pine to carvings on Arizona’s Juniper and a carving on a rock where the fishermen’s boats are docked all lit up like a Las Vegas neon sign Everything communicates when you listen to the waves crashing on shore erasing the circle in the sand and everything has meaning her tree is missing a thousand words and pictures have silently spoken all seen through the eyes of the one who loved the most Belinda 8/13/11 |