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.

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

37 thoughts on “Love’s Strength in Her Bones”

  1. I never did learn to write this type if poem. Hell, I Can’t even spell it Hiaku, Haiku, Haku…? (I now have the urge to say “bless you” hahaha!) Seriously though, your talents astound me.

    • I remember, too. I was ready to settle, but my Piano Man would not allowed it. Such a great man, I married… One who understands (and values) all my words. I’m a lucky woman. And he’s a lucky man… since I’m freaking awesome… and modest. 😀

  2. These are so heavy with feeling, Magaly, despite or maybe because of their brevity–each is like a painted stone patterned differently laid in a path leading in several directions, disconnected from each other but connected in purpose and nature–walking the path leads into and out of each feeling, yet each stone remains there in place, part of the organic nature of the landscape. Really loved those Dancing Witch pics, too.

    • Through your description, these bits sound just like life: many relationships, many experiences, many things happening to the same person; not always having to do with each other, but completely connected through one being. I like that.

  3. Magaly, I read everything you have been through and think of the things you are still going through. And, then I see you and your piano man, and you dancing and you smiling ;o) Never change lady! Love you!

  4. It’s amazing how pain is almost like a separate, sentient entity lurking, anxious for life to weaken us enough for it to worm it’s way inside of us a little further. It must be so frustrating for it when we kick it in its teeth with witchy cackles, gleeful shrieks, and joyful dance steps.

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