Mora has a heart of bones,
a never more obsidian crow stare
that has seen more than
she wanted, and less than she dreamed.
In the yellow cornsilk days of unaware
she grew in bamboo spurts of too
much too soon, a pink lipped dreamer
who tasted vinegar when he was smiling sugar.
She is not kiss and tell, more graveyard dirt and spell.
Pain has lessons. Healing has strength.
The he of hell is living his consequences.
Mora is thriving in forgive but never forget.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Mora will kick your ass if you're a douche canoe! Myself, I'm better at forget than forgive.
ReplyDeleteFrom start to finish the poem catches you up in Mora's hard-won "heart of bones," "more graveyard dirt and spell," whom experience has carved by pain but to whom healing has brought strength. A vivid and compelling character portrait, Susie. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
ReplyDelete"....that has seen more than she wanted and less than she dreamed....." How I resonate with those words. My whole life in one sentence. Your words kick butt, Susie. The vinegar/sugar lines are so good!
ReplyDeleteLove your word play in this poem. Fun to read!
ReplyDeleteI love this. Go Mora!
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