Love’s Strength in Her Bones

Fall Storm, 2012
the past comes calling,
Sandy hurricanes and kills;
wailing in my bones

Winter Loss, 2013
car crash in the dark,
wicked angel flies away;
asthmatic, my cries

Summer Wedding, 2014
handfasted by friends,
Witch and Piano Man kiss;
love’s strength in my blood


Process Note
: “Superstorm Sandy was the deadliest and most destructive hurricane of the 2012 Atlantic hurricane season”, the same year I made a decision that hurt many… including me. My baby brother died in a car accident at the end of the winter of 2013; shortly after, asthma symptoms that hadn’t been severe for years returned to squeeze my throat. In the summer of 2014, my Piano Man and I were handfasted, by two wonderful souls, in front of the eyes of the people we love most. On the day of our wedding, I was so happy that my flesh and bones and I danced for hours without thinking about pain.

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NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero, Day 4 – Feeling So Deeply It Hurts: “Write a poem that shows how an emotion might increase physical pain, and vice versa.”
Love’s Strength in Her Bonesthe Witch and the Piano Man
(June 29, 2014)

Magaly Guerrero

Mango Eaters Make Dangerous Pirates

The sea is mango wine
fed by rivers,
kept full by clouds of mango mist
raining over mountains
of the wildest mango forests.

Fireball la Libre Sharpgrin was a born pirate.
Twenty-eight moons after her thirteenth birthday,
her cackles sailed into the Caribbean Sea.

No one warned the fish.

On her first day as a hired pirate,
Fireball consumed three sharks,
one forty-eighth of the Kraken (it was supersized)
and ate every window of Ursula’s cottage.

Years have gone
since the time of Fireball la Libre Sharpgrin’s
mid voyage snack;
dreamers are still searching the sweet waters, but
no one has been able to find Nemo.

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NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 3 – Indulgences: “Craft a poem about spoiling your Self or the Self of another. Let decadence run wild.”
Ingredients: the Kraken, Ursula, Nemo (still missing) and mango cravings addiction.

Mango Eaters Make Dangerous Pirates“Mango Tree AKA Senor Mango”, by Leah Saulnier
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Pruning Unseen Giants

Armor weaved out of sundried palm leaves, her Quixote was perfect for my straightjacketed Dulcinea. With red thread, I stitched a white habit out of an armful of my baby brother’s best cloth diapers. The costume was tight around my ankles. I moved an inch and something ripped—my mother is going to wring my neck.

The red stitches caused a riot: Mother Superior blamed my “wilds” on pliable rulers. But Sister Virtudes de la Piedad said that plastic had similar howl-birthing powers.

I was punished in plastic. I didn’t howl or ask for redemption, but said to Mother and Sister that they were unfair and braindead. Quixote was told never to speak to me again. I thought she would fight for us. But her eyes were heavy with the shame she was told I should have felt… And she ran away to befriend giant-thought-sucking windmills.

armed in power red
Panza’s bare feet kiss the soil
prune unseen giants

Note: one of my best friends says that “pain is a betrayer”. I agree with her. Pain attacks from within, and it makes the whole thing feel as if it is your fault. It leaves the mind and body hurt and confused, asking: Why are you doing this? What do you want for me?

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NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero, Day 2 – Creativity and Pain: “This poem should explore creativity as a healing salve, as a shield, as a weapon, or as a negotiation method to use when dealing with physical and/or psychological pain.”

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Mama Zen said, “Today, I want you to tell us about the house that built you. It doesn’t have to be an actual house; it can be a school house, a house of worship, a tree-house…. any place from your younger years that has special meaning to you now.” My house is bright red.

Tilting at Windmills, by Galen ValleTilting at Windmills ©2015 Galen Valle