*"With Joy"*

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

*"With Joy"*

Mariam Muradian

Seattle, United States

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Artist's Description

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.

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