april 09 post-a-poem {3}

my lips sewn tight,
i have no words.

they have retreated,
they have gone away.

i would offer an apology
but my brain
gives me nothing to say.

{i am mute.
i am silent.
i cannot feel a thing.}

stone and cold,
bone and hair,
loss of intuition,
incomprehensible stare.

pick me up off the floor.
i am void
and empty
and yet
i can't take anymore.

did i mention i was ready for spring?



i drove to work today
in a snowstorm so bad
that
at one point
i had a little stress cry
because i couldn't see going forward
and didn't know if i could find the road
to turn around.

i want spring.
i need spring.

and in anticipation of spring,
i intend to do this again....
and i am thinking possibly without images...
only words.

i have my photography show in april
and i feel like i have been stressing about photos
for too long now...i am going to step back...
not from taking them
but from posting them...
i am going to rely
on only my words
for the month of april...

or so i say now.