Monday, April 18, 2011
Community Poem XIII - Water
By: The Community
Dry lips and starved heart
Moistened and fed by my tears
I baptize the forehead with my tears, cross myself,
A ripple of grief soaks the small, still form
You were baptized in death, holy water sprinkled over your still body in my heavy arms
From the blessing on your tiny chest, ripples rose into waves--a tidal deluge of guilt and love and God
This invisible roller coaster of in-comprehendible pain saturates the expansive abyss of grief within my soul.
These wild, violent undercurrents drench, rip, flood and flow to incessantly cut their bottomless gullies.
Deaths intimate bond permeates, dehydrates,
Grief delegates life, playacting proxy navigates the ceaseless stream
about this piece.
This months theme was water, contributors were asked to write two lines of prose exploring their reflections on water and grief. I posted two lists of words and the contributors were asked to use one of the words from each list in each line of their prose.
about the contributors.
Each person created one stanza, in this order the authors are, Kara, Angie, Crystal, Janice and Julie.