*"With Joy"*
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.
Still your biggest fan.
Still on my knees, even more so.
I fit, I flit, I fight, I fly
Energy and strength not passing me by
I do with joy what I can.
Pour Some Sugar On Me
A selective hearer and palate
But I want to take the whole bite
Die, I might
No more hiding atop the sweet gum tree.
Hurling medieval weapons and pros
Learning who each face belongs to
Smooth like icing on a cake
What person, what future will He make?
A callipygian smile she will always propose.
The opening worm hole
I am not there, but desire to be
Drag all into the light
No more without feeling, this sense of sight
Silly entice the way into being whole.
Happiness has a leak
For all to see
This old / new mix
Hopeful to fix
Renewed understanding of what is meek.
The queen is really a goat
The dreams told her so
She is a luster and a thruster, and trouble she sees
She wants to rule with new tools without disease
This stubborn goat, that’s all she wrote.
2005 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian
helene ruiz
great!
Paul (Quixote)...
Very well done, Miriam