lei fraser

imagine.create.become

  • Day 24

    II

    fever crept in
    while I sat at my desk
    the not so subtle reminder
    my body will fail me
    in spite of my will
    to avoid
    finish out the day
    it is all I can do
    still feeling guilty
    for not being able
    to work longer
    I slept in the chair
    when I arrived home
    food a dare I could not face
    I forgot to turn on
    the lights before closing my eyes
    the sun has set
    without me knowing
    plunging the room
    into darkness
    the fever brings unwelcome friends
    the body rebels
    and succumbs
    I move in so few places
    I know where I found it first
    not that it matters
    sickness is isolating
    like the weather
    it will pass
    I will be lighter for it
    in the meantime
    I let go
    hoping for the morning
    to be gentle
    and kind
    ~

    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry

  • Day 23

    I

    coming home
    we did not meet here
    at the corner
    waiting for the light
    to turn
    caught up in the rush
    to return home
    after a long work day
    bumper to bumper
    the bus pulls
    to the curb
    one empty seat
    becomes home
    for twenty minutes
    horn blares
    the driver yells
    not seeing the flashing lights
    in front
    the hurry to beat the bus
    blinded him
    it’s how people die
    in this city
    because someone can’t see
    they are sitting in the same boat
    watching the struggle
    to bail out the water
    filling the end with the holes
    I pull the cord for my stop
    finish the hour
    by making tea
    and listening
    to day stories told
    to me by offspring
    then at long last
    I will lay in the darkness
    and listen
    to the night breathe
    ~

    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry

  • Day 22

    Four days of silence
    Was not enough
    To heal
    Me

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    #poetry

  • Day 21

    deep rest
    found me
    alone after
    the room emptied
    taking heart pieces

    deep rest
    found me
    alone after
    being told
    I could not mourn
    or remember
    like turning off
    the tap

    deep rest
    found me
    alone
    not pretty enough
    not slim enough
    not nice enough
    not smart enough
    never enough

    deep rest
    found me
    alone
    in the folds
    of being
    turned me
    kept me
    stayed
    like a familiar
    my spirit is tired
    from walking
    my soul’s estate
    feet cut, bleeding
    torn by bramble
    and rose thorn
    seeking shade
    from the mid-day sun
    worn down like stone
    in the river’s path

    deep rest
    found me
    let my tears flow
    let my heart mend
    let my body heal
    let my soul be
    renewed
    until I can breathe
    again
    until I can be
    again

    ~

    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry

  • Day 20

    I wake up
    to raindrops
    on my eyelids
    birdsong
    floats on
    morning air
    rivers fill
    to overflowing
    trees breathe
    into blossoms
    I wait and
    listen
    ~

    #napowrimo2019

    #poetry

  • Day 19

    eight spoons
    measure my day
    at one time I had more
    ten or eleven
    twenty when I was younger
    but today eight spoons
    sit in my coffee mug
    sometimes filled with sugar
    whatever sweetness
    I need to curb the harsh bitter now
    when the world becomes
    too much
    after months
    and months
    of pushing through
    in spite of everything else
    in spite knowing it doesn’t
    matter or make the difference
    I want it to
    One day
    I will wake up
    one day
    and there will be
    no spoons left
    ~
    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry

  • Day 18

    I sit in the pause
    between this breath
    and the next
    untethered
    in the darkness
    floating
    in the light
    drowning
    in the deep
    words stick
    like chewed glass
    in my throat
    I am lost
    in this
    just being
    here
    in the silence
    ~

    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry

  • Day 17

    I write to you in deep night
    While rain falls
    I wait for sleep to steal me
    But I have been awake for years
    I hear more clearly in darkness
    Sitting with the sky
    Listening

    Later a storm will rattle the window
    Thunder will shake the building
    Before passing
    Morning will come
    dressed in last night’s dreams
    I will remember them
    Over coffee

    I will write about
    what I dont want to write about
    Until it strangles me
    Pulls me inside out
    And leaves breathless
    On the floor

    I will write myself
    Into life
    As dawn spreads wings
    And smiles to reveal
    The azure sky

    I will write to you in deep night
    Words you may never read
    But somehow
    I hope you feel them
    As I do
    Like a walk through
    My soul’s estate

    ~

    #poetry
    #napowrimo2019

  • Day 16

    to set it right
    on the balance
    ice to the jaw
    after the punch
    hidden bruises
    no voice left
    in the shadows
    I tried to use it
    more than once
    my voice
    as quiet as it is
    is loud
    inside
    you
    fail
    you
    are not
    enough
    you
    will
    never
    be
    and yes
    I have listened
    for
    years
    and
    years
    almost fifty
    in spite
    of appearances
    ~

    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry

  • Day 15

    looking backwards
    in the bathroom mirror
    trying to see the part of me
    I cannot see
    a photograph blurred
    three bulbs gone
    leaving just enough
    for hair brushing
    and nothing more
    night has wrapped itself
    around the building
    the last light of the sun
    long gone
    no one awake
    that I can ask for help
    no hand held mirror
    to turn
    in passing
    I am not sure
    what I am looking for
    forgiveness perhaps
    or understanding
    or clarity
    or the comfort of darkness
    ~
    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry

  • Day14

    I am aware
    of this journey of skin
    its curves and rolls
    in right places
    in wrong
    how other eyes defined
    discouraged
    filled cups of distain
    to sustain me
    through the years

    I am aware
    of this journey of skin
    of not being enough
    to satisfy
    or qualify
    love
    how that bore
    craters within me
    that no amount of tears
    could fill

    I am aware
    of this journey of skin
    now a little less on one side
    too much on other sides
    the pain of recovery
    wounds still fresh
    unhealed in their age
    scabs picked at
    mindlessly
    they may still take years
    of kindness
    to balance

    I am aware
    of this journey of skin
    and the words I should hear
    store in my heart
    let grow from small, precious seeds
    watered not with fear
    not with sadness
    not with hate
    not with disgust
    just love and care
    if I let myself
    just this once
    ~

    #poetry
    #napowrimo2019

  • Day 13

    I didn’t ask you
    for proof of life
    no song no heartbeat
    no smile no touch
    nothing
    I asked for nothing
    and in that moment
    you gave it to me
    a cup of dust
    the wind caught it
    at the end
    I held an empty cup
    never to fill again

    I didn’t ask you
    for love
    no thought no kindness
    no kiss no flame
    I asked for nothing
    and in that moment
    you gave it to me
    a cup of dust
    the wind caught it
    at the end
    I held an empty cup
    never to fill again

    I didn’t ask you
    I didn’t know
    I had to
    I asked for nothing
    and in that moment
    asked for everything
    a song
    a heartbeat
    a smile
    a touch
    a thought
    a kindness
    a kiss
    a flame
    because I loved you
    just the same

    ~

    #napowrimo2019
    #poetry