For the past 21 days,
I have had my arm in a cage.
They call it a sling.
But where my arm resided
was what
wild birds
are put into.
When they should be flying... instead are losing their feathers.
Or even worse,
where they are captivated
until they start to even forget what the sky looks like.
Well this,
was my arm.
I fell
and the shoulder smashed out
into the world
like
an
exclaimation point.
And it took all the kings nurses
and all the kings men
to put
me
back together again.
And now my cage is broken.
My once wild arm no longer wilful.
And it cautiously strains
to peer into the world.
When
once
a time ago
it was peerless.
About Me
- sharron and jaeson
- we clang about the pots. They echo like a thought. I kiss her like a paint smear. And all my loving is artful. Then I taste the flourescence like an autumn inhale. It all feels like spring and winter all regrowing and disintegrating at the same time. Cold. Wet. Conflicted. Sublime. I write all this. Making up for lost time. All words and pictures on this blog is original content. Jaeson Iskandar Copyright. Sharron Martin Copyright. Alive Right Now !!! (P.s. poems or words by other people will be acknowledged.)
