Dirt under her fingernails by N-L-CHRIS, literature
Literature
Dirt under her fingernails
She used her hands
To put the final
Crumbling clumps
Of earth on the mound.
She had dirt
Under her fingernails.
She felt brittle,
Dry and empty
Like the nearby weeds
That stood brown and parched
In the summer's heat.
A slight smile flitted
Across her face.
She knew
That dead weeds
Aren't silent.
They rustle,
Stirring restlessly
And return
Year after year.
They were rough,
Rubbing against
Her bare legs,
Like cats
Begging for attention,
As she walked on.
She still had dirt
Under her fingernails.
Summer burns away
Leading to Fall -
The time of Atonment.
She now understands
Why repentance comes
As days get shorter
I push down
Thrusting the shovel
Into the ground.
A rock -
Barely an inch,
Before the grating
Jarring interference.
I toss the dirt aside
And pull my hair
Out of my eyes.
I grip the shovel tightly
And try again,
Deeper this time.
I force my anxiety
Down,
Cast the dirt aside,
Desperate efforts.
Another rock,
Bigger,
Blocking me.
I grunt in frustration,
Nearly a sob,
And kneel
Beside the hole.
It must be deep enough!
I reach in
With my hands,
Sinking them
Into moist earth.
Scraping
And pulling,
Grit beneath my nails,
Finger tips raw,
My breath ragged,
I claw at the hard,
Cold surface.
Arms trembling,
Face we
We sat
Stiff and polite
In hard backed chairs,
Empty carpet
A desert
Separating us.
Our conversation
Was polite,
Filling up space
With nothingness
Until it was time
To say goodbye.
A little girl
Peeked out
Asking for promises
"Don't leave,
Come back soon.
Promise me
It will be ok.
Promise me!"
I turned my eyes
To the brown carpet
My voice
Was distant
"Take care of yourself.
It will be ok"
I held myself still,
As if I was parchment
Thin and brittle,
Old and stained.
Any movement
And I would dissolve
Into dust.
You left
And I sat
In a hard chair
Alone.
October is the month of death by N-L-CHRIS, literature
Literature
October is the month of death
I rub my hands,
They rasp together
A rough embrace.
Is that dirt?
Or blood?
Leaves scuttle,
Restless skeletons
Demanding attention.
Autumn again.
After all
October is
The month of death.
I choose
My garments carefully-
Funeral clothes.
We have to look nice
When we honor the dead.
Such hollow words,
"He's in a better place now."
Don't you know
We are grieving
For ourselves,
Entombed here
In this crowded room,
In stiff clothes.
Armour
Against the fear
And sorrow.
Alone now
I stare at your picture,
You are boxed
Into a 5 x 7 frame.
I try to free you.
The ghosts in my mind
Are stronger
Whispering to me
"Dig int
Perhaps You are not real
A figment of human imagination
Need creating reality
That crosses through
Culture and experience,
Age and gender.
Perhaps You're not real,
But I believe.
I am not interested
In arguements of why or how
I haven't the energy,
Let others theorize.
I believe.
I wonder at marvels -
The complexity of a leaf,
Creatures strange and ordinary,
Rocks ageless with colors
For which I have no words,
Birth,
The creation of life
Where a moment before
There was nothing.
I thank You for the marvels
I give You credit.
But I believe also in free will,
In the blank slate -
Tabla Rasa.
We create our own life
We
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