What Are You Thinking About?

 

Original photos on my Instagram page:

Les Dames D'abord

April's Promises

are for mortals.

The timid bud

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arrests a restless mind

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and 

feathered hopes wing away

taking us with them. 

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For

Flesh and blood


do the miracles of April


unfold.

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From 

paper and pen

does the heart's beat

rise.  

  
And it's all for

the people I care about

to whom I wish

April's Promises.

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This post is dedicated to 

everyone

overcoming cancer.
(I am fine, my dear friends. This is just a poem dedicated to others)

To R. F.

Tasting

a sudden landing

of oregano on the tongue

brings a dead uncle back

to a family picnic.  Bulbous boysenberries

between the teeth squirt a sweet punch

of childhood Sundays, and playful

plosives release an airflow of thought

on the tongue blade.  The mouth

Is a feast.

But the words

I have breast cancer

are hard to swallow.  Fricatives

strike like primal impulses

on a battlefield

of teeth on flesh. Vowels

piston five syllables, mashing

a bland unbelief that you spit out

when you say them. Fear

puddles in the soft-mouthed life

of morning when you wake

and I say them

with you,

Tasting.

anita rivera©

winter 2014

Crazy, isn't it?

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You can't cover it up.

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It turns your world upside down.

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And once you've known it

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you can't 

bury it and forget.

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Because if you cultivate your

winter garden

 

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expect the love you plant now

to be 

the love you will resurrect

forever

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and 

ever

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and ever...

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