The World According to Poetry #8 by Stephanie Miller

Confessions of a Barren Woman
By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019 

 

You may have forgotten

How it feels

To sleep in until to you wake

Or take a trip on the spur of the moment

 

You may have forgotten

The silence on Sunday morning

Finishing a sentence

Or reading a book without interruption

You may find it shocking 

To do laundry once a week

Or dishes once a day

Or shop for food without a list

 

You may have lost your ability

To treat yourself to a spa night

Or eat ice cream for dinner

Or see a movie that doesn’t star a princess or a robot

 

You may have stopped dreaming

About writing a novel

Or traveling to India

Or cycling the coast of California

 

You may envy me

The careless freedom of my life

I may envy you 

The poignant smile

As your daughter swings higher in park

As your chest rises to shout for your fleet, running son

But I wouldn’t trade with you 

If I am barren

Then you perhaps on overgrown

And neither one us can weight our lives

On another woman’s scale

 

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What Are You Afraid Of? by Stephanie Miller

Think about the monsters under the bed. The bump in the night. The unspoken terror. The thing you’re afraid might happen or won’t happen. Who is in your Monster Hall of Fame? Add your own monsters or cage this one. CLICK READ MORE TO SEE THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGE.

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The World According to Poetry #7 by Stephanie Miller

Cocoon

By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019 

 

Safe, suspended here

In my cozy cocoon

Against your other world

What I know and knew

In my bed, my house, my only

Don’t hear

Don’t see

Won’t be you

Or drink your unthinkable dread

From this blind house

Won’t give in 

Until you cut the silken cord that binds me

 

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Find Your Way in or Out? by Stephanie Miller

Are you trying to find your way in or your way out? Is there something to be gained by escaping? Or something to gain by finding a way in? Try navigating through this maze or use it to create a pattern. Use the space to make your own maze. Write something about a puzzle or needing a clue. Explore not knowing which way to turn. CLICK READ MORE TO SEE THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGE.

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The World According to Poetry #6 by Stephanie Miller

Chocolate Candy
By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019 

 

I reach for sweet, slick, dark

Chocolate

While I sleep

Because when I am awake

It never tastes as good

As in my dreams —

As a remembered cup of coffee

In a train station in Switzerland

A hot, buttered sweet roll

In grandma’s sunny kitchen

All seem better than any

Here or now.

In my memory, and my dreams

They fill the empty hole

The deep, down place

That has never been filled

Can never be filled 

The hunger that gnaws at me 

Inside

And never finishes its meal

Even if I offer it candy

Instead of me.

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The Seed and The Blossom by Stephanie Miller

The bloom never knows the seed, and yet the seed proceeds from the blossom. Think about the cycle of life. The necessity of death and birth, destruction and rebirth. Is there a seed in your life that hasn’t bloomed yet? Perhaps you can draw what’s underground or the wilted blooms of the fall . Write a story about the unfulfilled promise or the bloom of success. CLICK READ MORE TO SEE THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGE.

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The World According to Poetry #5 by Stephanie Miller

Children’s Hospital
By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019 

 

Her children

Circle round her

Like bees around their dying queen

Uncertain what lies beyond serving her

She will not forgive them

For all they have taken from her

Her money, her time, her freedom

Her figure!

She has lived all of life

Fists clenched

Jaws set

The hard, negative charge

At the center of their meager universe

She dispenses her vemom

In measured doses

Enough to poison

But never kill

Even death won’t blunt her jagged edges

With her last breath

She exhales her final bitter legacy

They bicker

And worry their tattered love

Fraying

Lost without a center

To focus their tired rage

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The World According to Poetry #4 by Stephanie Miller

Bury the Cat
By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019 

 

My husband has prepared the hole

Square, small

Damp and deep

I knew, of course, that we would have to bury him

But now that the moment has arrived

I can’t put him so deep down

In the cold

I can’t leave him here

He was my friend

He slept with me

While I recovered from surgery

Licked me with his warm, rough tongue

Purred in my lap on winter nights

Cried for me in hunger and pain

We lower him to his last lair

Cover him with wet, black soil

So many graves yet to come

So much larger

So much deeper

The World According to Poetry #3 by Stephanie Miller

Bee Elegy

By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019 

 

On the hot concrete I see him turning

Disoriented, lost to his hive

 

I stay my instinct to crush him carelessly under my heel

To shorten his already short life

 

I watch as he surrenders, slows

And last finding inactivity at the end of his full life

 

I dig him a tiny hole

With my index finger

 

I place him gently in a loamy bed

And arrange a sprig of alyssum on his grave

 

Farewell, good bee

You worked hard, always

Bringing life to life

Valiant servant of your queen

Willing to sting and die for her

We both mourn your loss

And die a little bit with you

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The World According to Poetry #2 by Stephanie Miller

Atomic Rain
 By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019 

Soft rain, dry ground

Life in component parts

Falling from the sky

Oxygen, hydrogen

Electron, neutron

Strive, thrive and die

Under its grace

Hope for one

Destruction for another

Rushing downward

Gently rolling

Out to the ocean

Where joined with other

Life comes again

In a single drop

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The World According to Poetry #1 by Stephanie Miller

Advice
By Stephanie Miller © 2019 

Sitting at the solid kitchen table

Warm cups cooling

She with soft words

Soothes my limping heart

Binds up wounds

That heart deep won’t heal

Or haven’t healed

Without care

Her cleansing words

Come fresh

Sometimes sting

But always followed

With a tender kiss

And a clean bandage

Tender love

That a friend only gives

When I’ve finally tired of dressing my own wounds