This poem comes from a prompt of Jill Badonsky. “Write to expose those things that need light to be shed upon them.”
What are those place within and around that have a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on them?
It wasn’t hard to push at that mind space
The sign, Do Not Enter, was a lazy drape over the frontal lobe
Almost like it was ready to slip right out my open mouth
With a sudden blurt, an uninhibited want to speak the hidden
How many times had it been readjusted perfectly to ward that off?
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The mind was churning with want to expose
The heart voice hoped to know better of it
The bubble and brew within the cranial housing
couldn’t hold the thoughts old and hungry for release
Readjusting the signs yet again hoping no one would knock
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Hoping that what needed to fly out into the open
could be contained
a little longer,
a little longer
just a little longer.
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Clarity’s want gave one hard pound on the bony surface
Took hold of that Do Not Enter sagging there
Flipped it off like a spider on a shoulder
Out rolled the hurt, the frustration,
The holding on for dear life.
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It wasn’t meant to hurt the beloved traveling The Path
Only to speak to what drives the hurt
What lays waste to dreams
What shudders and boils old fear
And here we are blistered, peeling pain off
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Never was the want of clarity so unclear
There is no re-hanging the Do Not Enter
There is no taking back what needed saying
The sign fell and seethes in the pot of life’s letting go
Adding single drops of forgiveness to get it right again
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 