This particular poetry chapbook, “Flower Viewing” is a work in progress and is available here on WordPress for reading. My new chapbook release of “Black Pearls”, is now available on Amazon to purchase, either a paperback or on Kindle!
We are Waking
dreams that were inspired by
never without shame or a why
to leave home
I left home to a home close by where I could find myself nearly dead and never without a why, darling Modesto- the California in you is honest, though rusted
It wasn’t good enough so I left for San Francisco
I thought to file to Los Angeles, but I flipped that coin wise, child
ended up derailing my womanly heaven in the bay
And when the fresh squeeze ran thin and the people swimming inside me began to drown
I took that truck with her and we went on, New York City bound
eight days and eight stays
Couldn’t find the perfect ashtray, but I called it home and kept them sticks lit so that I couldn’t forget to remember to forget the ways that I wanted to remember them truths I’ve forgotten to forget, oh, Lord.
Oh, darling, they sailed and they got away
I went down down down to the deeper deepest south to give this breath another breathe, crossing time overtime of sea
I promised my son that I would be
And to be or not to be, well that is a truth I must go on the green outside to breathe
But I knew when I came back home that those dreams I had been chasing were right here within me
I Pound My Hand On My Heartful chest
And now you know
that these bombs of books we dream up are going off in our hearts and our eyes soften to see truth laced patterns in the details, but we forgot to see the whole and we forgot to breathe whole and
we are not chasing we are waking
Waking, not dreaming and not chasing
We are home. We are waking.
Written by Bethany Saint-Smith, all rights reserved.