Angels In Black Denim
No-one said fire
would rain from the
sky, that I'd
forget what name to call
the moon and the stars
or I'd lose myself
driving in circles,
just two blocks from my house.
Not a soul ever warned
me I'd walk into walls,
or that wind in the trees
would roar like Niagara
through hands cupped
like lifeboats to my ears,
that friends would
fly off like Monarchs,
and silence could
sound loud as a
junkman's parade.
Nobody said these
years of dizzies in
a walled-off Gethsemane
could bring a gun
to my hand and make me
think more than once
about how it would feel
just to use it.
Schoolbooks never taught
that my clock would
stop so abruptly and
without any warning,
or I'd pray for angels
in black denim or some
saint with a rag on her head
to kneel down beside me, brush
back my hair and say
it's okay, dear...
it's okay.
Pris Campbell
©2006
Published in La Luciole Press
Dedicated to individuals dealing with CFIDS (Chronic Fatigue Immune
Dysfunction Syndrome) everywhere.
The illness is called M.E. in Europe and that usage is beginning in the U.S.,
too.
National CFIDS Association found HERE.
For my own experience with this illness,
see my About Me page
here on my site.
Art: Perseverance
by Marie Louise Ericksen
copyrighted and used with permission
Marie Louise Eriksen is an expressionist painter working primarily in oil and
pastels.
Marie Louise has traveled and exhibited in Europe, The Middle East and the
United States and her paintings can be found in various collections in half a
dozen countries. She currently lives and works from her home in Paris, France.
See more of her fabulous art by clicking HERE.
She has appeared on my site in the past.
Thank you, Marie Louise!
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