by Marlene McNew
Sunlight strives to color the page.
Opaque glow rows madly up and down,
all around, reaching for clear sky sigh,
leaving the whys behind to find their way.
Bounds have strayed into deep black holes
where soul struggles to breathe.
Seize gifts shaded in green hopes.
They are ropes to surface of unpolluted self.
Climb all the hues of give and take. Embrace
each one with gratitude for its shade of wake.
A set of vignettes:
Finding Lost Flavor
by Marlene G. McNew
I.
Salt simmered in her own smelly sweat.
With no regrets or shame, she swam circles
around herself while courting an invitation to drown.
II.
The lake’s wonders were magnificent
but bereft of buoyant salt water float.
Currents sliced through her sensitive crystals.
III.
Fragmented, she paused, tired of dilution,
confrontation, stagnation, self- assassination.
She had lost her flavor.
IV.
Longing to savor once again her natural taste,
she submitted to salt therapy.
Her essence had always been
the salt of the earth and so it would be again.
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