This poem is from my up coming book of love, look forward to the publication of this collection and i promise to become a cave woman and write the novels in my belly ,waiting to be born.

HERE WHERE I LIVE

Janet L. Harvey

I’ve made few mistakes in my forty- plus years

And you are the biggest of them. The only one laced bitter sweet.

A fail attempt at love-

How long will I have to live to drip-free these memories

Out of my eyes. Solid and obstructive .

It confines me to wanting your voice, your kiss

Your embrace. Your rejection.

It’s the edge of morning your stiff extension

Thrust its way into this fragile shell

Hitting me where I live.

Among the bare naked maple of the forest

And sweet sharp rain tangles my flesh.

On this sad- star -gazed night.

I measure my sorrow on the lengthened moon rays

Against the sorrow of those with dried corn and no fire.

A weeping mother. The news of war.

Even the tsunami’s anger its destructive rage.

Yet…

hurt to life’s limit and pass speed limit . Thresh hole

Of terrible intent. Daring for one more spring

And the thaw of a grave escapee. Here.

Where I live. In this disintegrating snow ball mansion.