Here's the first new song of the season. I've written about weather disasters before, but from a different POV. Here's hoping our friends in Colorado, and other afflicted areas, are all safe, and suffer little loss.
The Next Hot Day
grey-green scent of rain
drifting from the pane
slides over my shoulder
moves in curious waves
-------------------------
relief is coming
hear the twitching in the breeze
relief is coming
in motes of some lost sea
--------------------------
tense and eager stems
slurry down crude streams
peeling off the messages
baked onto their skin
-----------------------------
relief is coming
see the scorched and haggard smile
relief is coming
for too short a while
-----------------------
relief is coming
hear the twitching of the breeze
relief is coming
but not for free
© 2012 by Mari Kozlowski
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Written in FAWM 2010, this was influenced by the experience of my next door neighbors-- inspired by, but not truly about them. Tough moments most of us will have to live through. I can't find the recording I made, though....
Endless
for the fourth time
she had seen him
steal a hard breath
when he thought her head was turned away
they were only in their 60's
time to travel
time to explore the world
they'd been too busy for
their 3 children lived in cities
far from the village
they were born in
and the call to hear
their father's final word
was a solid inconvenience
she stood outside
watching the oldest try
a pretense of cheer
covering impatience
the idea was put forth at the funeral
You know, Mom, someone really should
take care of you
this place is clean and nice, i stopped
there on the way in
we should take a guided tour, soon
soon
her memory is a mirror now
she sees just what she did
and wishes she could
take some back
but she moves along
as he urged her
in the moment
when they separated
endlessly
endlessly
© 2010 by Mari Kozlowski
The Next Hot Day
grey-green scent of rain
drifting from the pane
slides over my shoulder
moves in curious waves
-------------------------
relief is coming
hear the twitching in the breeze
relief is coming
in motes of some lost sea
--------------------------
tense and eager stems
slurry down crude streams
peeling off the messages
baked onto their skin
-----------------------------
relief is coming
see the scorched and haggard smile
relief is coming
for too short a while
-----------------------
relief is coming
hear the twitching of the breeze
relief is coming
but not for free
© 2012 by Mari Kozlowski
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Written in FAWM 2010, this was influenced by the experience of my next door neighbors-- inspired by, but not truly about them. Tough moments most of us will have to live through. I can't find the recording I made, though....
Endless
for the fourth time
she had seen him
steal a hard breath
when he thought her head was turned away
they were only in their 60's
time to travel
time to explore the world
they'd been too busy for
their 3 children lived in cities
far from the village
they were born in
and the call to hear
their father's final word
was a solid inconvenience
she stood outside
watching the oldest try
a pretense of cheer
covering impatience
the idea was put forth at the funeral
You know, Mom, someone really should
take care of you
this place is clean and nice, i stopped
there on the way in
we should take a guided tour, soon
soon
her memory is a mirror now
she sees just what she did
and wishes she could
take some back
but she moves along
as he urged her
in the moment
when they separated
endlessly
endlessly
© 2010 by Mari Kozlowski
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