Monday, April 22, 2013

I am blown back and forth
like a child's plastic swing
in a hurricane,
it's flimsy chains
becoming hopelessly tangled.

I'm trying not to
throw up.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Easter Grief

The Lord is risen. 
We are in the garden, 
surrounded by palms
and the heady scent 
of Easter lilies 
and spring flowers.

We are sweating 
Poems © Gemma W. Wilson