Mimi-Mona Poetry: Swallowing A Widespread Carpet of Burnt Umber and Sienna

©Swallowing A Widespread Carpet of Burnt Umber and Sienna

Mimi Wolske

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Is there a way to swallow

the sands of the desert

without becoming the desert?

A habob storms in, runs away.

Your footsteps are no longer

seen; the feel of you beside

me suddenly disappears...

Left are the dust devils

carrying your memory.

After years, it was your

spirit I let inundate me.

Now when the wind picks up,

I feel the grit of the desert dust

and swallow the sounds before

I sink into the widespread

carpet of burnt umber and sienna.

Mimi - Mona Poetry: Seriously, Darling, I Don’t Deserve You

IMAGINE THE WORST PAIN EVER...EVER!

Now, multiply that by infinity and realize it is inescapable!

What Pain Would That Be?

©Seriously, Darling, I Don’t Deserve You

Is this because you believe I love you too much?

I don’t. And, I don’t hate myself, so this cannot

be psychosomatic, nor is this fire that consumes

my brain imaginary. I am not delusional.

What if you’re wrong and I never cared about you?

What if I never had any empathy for you?

What if I loathed your ambition, your duty?

I did. I do. I loathe them and your accomplices.

I loathe the fear you bring and the plans you wrap me in.

Damn it! Take back this harrowing torment

you gifted me. This relentless throbbing

behind my eyes that proclaims you won’t

stop until I relent— I never will. I will fight you.

even though the battle is tedious and painful, I will win.

You’re nothing more than a banality dancing on

every nerve ending and causing my sensitivities

to betray me; you defecator on my emotions.

Darling, if I could leave you I would, but I am too weak.

Be gone! Show me the mercy I cannot show you.

Mimi Wolske

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