fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Anecdote from my own life
anecdote from my own life: sometimes letting go of beloved belongings can release the greatest gifts. the betrayal was like a looming river underground. feeling it's power, but never seeing it. I looked for signs. I asked many questions. I dug with my bloodied hands in place after space for a touch of water, but it was so deep in caverns below, weaving in and out of the darkness. I planted seeds in the soil of our life above this faithless river. my tears filled with the deep cries of restoration, with faith, with love. I pulled down the promises of heaven to bury them deep around these seeds like fertilizer. i yanked weeds out anytime I would see them, pulling precious new plants with them as well. within my desperate hunt for any trace of danger and deception, I made mess after mess. the fear and pain from the hunt spread out noxiously around me, wrapping around my loved ones. my focus would tandem from nourishing roots, to planting seeds, to unwrapping weeds, to the weeping knees, to listening quietly for that still, small, ever powerful knowing voice to show me what the eyes who sees all sees and answer and fulfill my completely. desperate. pleas.
By Rachel Leigh 4 years ago in Poets
