Holly Jamestone Poems

My abdomen is fluttering
As if it’s frantic and underwater without a nose plug
Or maybe there are butterflies inside of me
But if so, then where are the flowers?
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When your heart dies the sky is colorless
And splinters of every regret become shrapnel to your spirit
Your thirst for sweet relief flickers and sputters
As you fertilize your mind with weeping memories
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I’m here for you, not truly gone
Inside my heart you carry on
I hold you close in all we knew
The times we held, the breaths we drew
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She held a sandwich between her wrinkly hands
As her long knife-life fingernails squeezed the white bread to her cheeks
And her watchful eyes darted in unison with the traffic
While she munched away and life pulsed on
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I lived in the basement and I never made a sound
Not a soul knew of my woe occurring underground
Mamma left the day she drove her car into that tree
Our daddy couldn't care for us and needed to be free
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I would prefer to be any other color
Yet without warning blue sneaks up on me
It envelops my spirit and resides in my veins
Hangs its valances on all of my windows
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O, ocean, my fluid confidante
Soothing me in times of uncertainty
Sprinkling her brown sugar sand on my wounds
As she gently blows my hair away from my eyes
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It was bad news in what was
An otherwise boring weekend while
My morning tea kettle was boiling and
The traitor phone was buzzing
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If you are able to forgive
Then you are free to live
To proceed onward from the past
To feel relief and peace at last
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When a friend goes to Heaven first
It’s hard to comprehend
The how’s, the why’s, until we both
Can meet up in the end
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