Poems by i.a

Poems by i.a.

One-life, timid, afraid, bruised, troubled, punished, worried, & alone. They open the door. They know the truth. No other person is painting the steps where gifts are left untouched in the corner, the other end. Crawl away from left-over voices & sighs of tremors down my spine. Hands locked/fingers twitch. Dragged, smacked, punched, & kicked 2 argue about this fear so hideous & forbidden—greeted me with hugs & kisses. A must change of clothes, 2 a performance when limited x’s were forgetful threats of fairy tales. 2 never-ending final descents of beautiful days, late afternoons, soft-blue skies, curling waves. There are thousands of us. Full of dark pasts, frustrations, cardboard boxes, selling our bodies, in rage wondering about human spirit. No one, no single tear, no echo of screams spoke of the swollen bruises on jello-shaking bodies, of confessions unheard. We are here.

Angels in watch Distress in motion A view of a soldier from afar Amidst the shore of memories Angels watch 100 eyes A gathering of families & mothers 2 barely know them but they’re there Like they’re your own 2 see a man—a son Watching, looking, not in touch The echoes, flat-liners, & screams Afraid—the lights in the distance 2 be quiet Imagining birds, dolphins, jumping hills, tall trees, Watching Overseeing Angels Her urge to wake up Trying to be happy with the way she is He is accepted 2 accept that Angels watch Distress in motion Hearing music of hope She is free In sleep she now imagines

Travel near is the new far to know The woods Clarity to know where I live Civilization Without needing to see it Interpreting the form it takes A changed direction Can we assume that we can match it & it becomes applicable to the lives we live Renewal Can you know the forest Do you need to meet it personally Living fences An undeniably tough question Voices, screams, whispers, wonders rising, Hooves racing through leaves It became one being with a thousand voices Head back home, to another landscape that, until now, I barely knew But then I realize how isolated my life is & then I experience what it’s like to live on the other side I know I have at least 1 true place I search for such a place, to call home Where the darkness in corners are just an “Age” in place I must remain full of life This is not argument against following your heart to find your special place But I suggest that this revelation of threads comprises the fabric of our lives Holding me together I was not alone That haunting notion, a fragile sense of attachment A lack of ability to find meaning in the life that surrounds me.