the way
seven years ago, a young woman sits
alone on the floor of a $400 a month
apartment, an empty
bottle by her side
the book of changes
showing the way,
casting coins for truth
ten years before
she sought answers
diligently reciting our father
the riddle of scripture
the illusion of rapture
praying for strength
from her dark and unquiet soul
but now, there are no coins to throw
no prayers to recite--
hastily scribbled pros and cons
aren’t helping either
somewhere between the two ancient texts
this girl from the plains,
tired of seeking words of comfort,
finally realizes
she is able to write them
herself
alone on the floor of a $400 a month
apartment, an empty
bottle by her side
the book of changes
showing the way,
casting coins for truth
ten years before
she sought answers
diligently reciting our father
the riddle of scripture
the illusion of rapture
praying for strength
from her dark and unquiet soul
but now, there are no coins to throw
no prayers to recite--
hastily scribbled pros and cons
aren’t helping either
somewhere between the two ancient texts
this girl from the plains,
tired of seeking words of comfort,
finally realizes
she is able to write them
herself
posted by Melissa at 8:25 AM
2 Comments:
Again, Catherine, you are doing a fine job in these spiraling poems. This time, it boils and roils down to "herself" in the face of thousands of years of scripture. Brilliant.
"Pros and cons"....hmmmm.
write on sister!
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