esperanza’s journey
she’d flown in from tuscaloosa
smart and shiny when she started
ready to take on the world
her world
made of sky and rain
and wind bent on murder
no one from home missed her
leaving
sun rose and bloomed
each morning and moon
danced a parody of light
earth was green and
flying geese pattern
and in between
there were great gulps of air
solid and ethereal by turn
in the end her thirst became
compass
spinning off kilter between star
and saloon
and the way
she kept coming up empty
turned each tiny bone
to lost stone
still
she found her legs
home
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 9
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 9th, 2015 at 9:02 am
Gorgeous!
April 9th, 2015 at 2:22 pm
I’m so loving your poetry every day. “Soulful” keeps coming to mind.
Lovely words.
April 9th, 2015 at 3:28 pm
Great, expansive writing here.
April 9th, 2015 at 4:22 pm
LOVE THIS! 🙂
April 9th, 2015 at 6:05 pm
Love the way you use the title here to enhance and point the story–as always this is full of such lush description that one sees colors before one’s eyes.
April 12th, 2015 at 3:29 am
hope by any other name is still powerful ~