poem for a love

poem for a love
long have i looked
everywhere but this page
waiting for my words
for some scrap of a poem
or a piece of the stories i never write

i internalize march’s tree branches
raw and waiting
vulnerable while vibrant with
forthcoming vitality

barely aware
as the refrigerator
buzzes compulsively
and the house shudders
under a burden of wind
a coffee-pot clicks to
reheat a chilling burner
and she listens

her face frozen
in naked trees
against the vacant blue
of high-pressure
after the sun sets
in the rockies
still, tranquil
like a butterfly
tired, tied in the spider’s web
her eyes stuck in the tree branches
looking in the direction
of her far off lover.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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