Poems crop up like new flowers in soil. I enjoy crafting them, working through the lines like gardeners run their hands through soil. Here is the newest poem from the christyb mind, Strings of the Earth.
Strings of the Earth
The Earth hunches over you,
Playing you like a marionette doll
With strings you do not see above
Your uncombed hair, cigarette-stained
Teeth, and water-soaked dreams.
Your mind dances with the shadows of
Days when you allowed yourself to
Care for other flesh-covered bodies, while
Today you pull at the stubble on your chin
With a dislike for what your fingers
Find so easily.
Into your headphones you dive, with the
Force of a shark searching for its next
Morsel, as you cover yourself with lyrics that
Reinforce your disdain for relationships.
You turn up the volume, hopeful that
The lack of hope playing in your ears
Will provide you with another excuse to
Pack more layers of soil around your heart
And around your eyes, that both fear
How they ache for another look at her face.
©2013 Christy Birmingham