*"Intentions"*
This is a poem from my recently published book,
“God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.”
All confusing and affirming.
These poems were written during the most base need survival years in
Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced.
It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.
If intentions haze
Trail cabal of bread
Do follow
My ass
To temple benefit raise
And chase charmed do swallow.
If intentions erect
Achieve propeller psyche
Flit, fit, flight
Fire elect
Into that goodnight,
From measure be siren free.
If intentions physician self extolled
Icarus candy afterglow
Fell learned deity exponential,
Lightning in a bottle told.
Taste me, fountain ichor bathed.
Compass proven non-essential, saved.
2004 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian
Paul (Quixote)...
Excellent piece
Belinda "Billy...
Wow M, its way too smart for me. I think you write so well.B