featured in the poetry forum June 11, 2015  :: 0 comments

those days spent gliding through the streets
rubber on concrete and distant laughter
with the sun bearing down on our backs
you once told me you loved me
on a trip to an infamous amusement park
shortly before your sickness began
we saw funny hats and there were no long faces
then it came like a landslide
your steps grew slower and each breath more hoarse
and on a night where the sky opened wide
the rain fell like thunderous sorrow
your smile echoed through my screaming soul

editors note:

We are the thunder, heard after Death’s lightning strike. (We welcome Brittany to our crazy congress of Contributing poets with this submission. Read more of her madness, including another new one, seeking sparks, on her new page – check it out!) – mh clay

Seize the Day

featured in the poetry forum June 17, 2014  :: 0 comments

radio playing, laughter transforms
into screams, metal crunching and
closing in, a flash of red hair,
or is it blood

the smell of dirt and smoke,
hands pull me from the wreckage,
covered in crimson water that
is not my own

searching eyes and choked shrieks,
where are they, where are-

face-down, still, twisted into
unnatural positions, unconscious,
the deafening screams are my
own, falling to my knees

helpless, seeing red but not in
anger, somewhere an ambulance
arrives, parents and bystanders
watch with unwavering fear

they scream for their mother, and
she is not breathing anymore-

uncontrollable shaking, a breath is
finally taken, but the battle is not won,
rushing, bright lights, tears and mud
staining my cheeks

she can only see shadows, his neck
is broken, another scream, a phone goes
off in the next room, a man in uniform
takes my hand and doesn’t let go

editors note:

No matter how gruesome or painful, each day is yours – grab on! – mh clay

This poetry

featured in the poetry forum April 4, 2014  :: 0 comments

This poetry brings life from death
It raises souls from their deep despair

It speaks the words formed with mute lips
Giving breath to suffocating lungs

A manifestation of nightmares and pleasant dreams
Of thoughts tucked in the back of lively minds

This poetry brings life from death
It heals the deepest of wounds

editors note:

The first word spoken, created this whole mad swirl. Poets have created life from words ever since. – mh clay