Crazy Real

the official blog of author and poet Jennifer Wilson

Month: March 2020

Evening

Evening rests easy across the landscape
as spring, new and naked, stretches and sighs
upon the breast of the milky sky above

Pine tree mothers rising out of the dusk
shake the laughing stars free from their needle-skirts
and they swim in the upturned bowl of night

The fire slowly burns to embers in its pit
bright and warm in the smooth chill of the air
the smoke twisting upward and tangling in my hair

I hear singing and turn my head
but it is only an owl haunting the woods down the hill
whispering through the trees on muffled pinions

Down the hill and across a bubbling stream
the broad, tawny horses make their way across the field
heading to the barn for the sweet hay

and sleep.

10,000 Straws

Kids and their issues
Nights with no sleep
Shortcomings, Failures
Secrets to keep

Bedtimes and homework
Tasks to attend
Shopping and cooking
Chores without end

Everyone counting
on me, everyday
Beds made to lie in
Pipers to pay

Dreams disappointed
Miscarried hopes
Unraveled knots at the
end of my rope

Pile growing heavy
straw after straw
Heart growing weary
bleeding and raw

No moving forward
Can’t see the light
Can’t shed this burden
Too tired to fight

Muscles are trembling
help comes too late
barely withstanding
increasing weight

Last splinter waiting
finally falls
crumbling, crashing
down come the walls

Darkness surrounding
no breath to draw
I’m buried beneath
these ten-thousand straws.

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