Long She Watches
Being alone is central to a life
where threads of thoughts
form seams of cloth,
both gold and sack.
She struggles to make sense
of the words she puts down
in her wobbly writing
as she chases a vein
of copper inked sentences
forming absurdities in her mind.
Emptied out and ringing with echoes,
she feels her mind fraying at the edges
when trying to unburden herself
of the loops of time where
the past is always around.
To keep the memories from drowning her,
she skirts around the edges
of her mind’s many rooms,
changing directions in the dark
while stalking lions through parlor palms
toward the desert of the forgotten.
Being gifted at imaging such scenarios
from her chair that embraces like a hug,
by a window reflecting a silver lit world,
she maneuvers the widening gulf
between then and now, where instants
of capriciously clear light
shine on the familiar and long forgotten.
Long she watches, without lamplight,
this silent garden of blinking eyes
behind closed lids.
Brenda Mox is a poet and visual artist from Virginia whose works have been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Blaze Vox, Ariel Chart, Edge of Humanity, Poetry Pacific, The Amazine, BarBar journals, Eber Wein and Eastern Sea Bard Anthologies.