Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca
As much as I would love to think
As much as I would love to think
those days of worshipping youth's bounty are gone
because of all the acquired wisdom and such,
seeing these smooth, pink cheeks, full lips,
fresh curves, May's flower
surprised my guts,
and then the other day
that slice of cake,
(how long since I forgot to bake?)
its moistness inhaled and devoured,
sweet beauty's deepest touch,
telling me about myself, too much.
Solitary Confinement
Solitary confinement
is more common than not.
Unborn babies, grated puppies,
and that bowled goldfish,
souls and hearts, and one's thought,
tree roots and the worm of the fruit,
and the rot in the grave
so still, almost brave.
I am a
I am a daughter of the earth
the soil that gets under my nails
is secretly to me the coolest hue
I know it is to you a clumsy clue
to my neglect
of all the glitter I respect
so much.
Its stubbornness, its silent dirt
sticks to my insides' touch.
Can I have the other,
the coat I covet, too?
yes, she said, you could hide it
underneath the pink,
I won't tell a soul, she winked.