The dreaded semicolon. Most avoid it using it, but it’s really not that hard to understand. Should you need a re-education in appropriate semicolon use, here is your guide, courtesy of the Oatmeal :
For the Apple.
I delight in the crispness of an apple,
my lips wrapped around smooth skin
and pure, sweet flesh
broke open between my teeth.
To hold it in my hand,
the weight of it reminds me,
the gleam of green skin reminds me
of briskness and autumn
in the order and seasons of things.
and leaves of trees
then blossoms bursting to this new thing,
this sweet new thing,
ready for the picking,
for the plucking,
for the grip of my fingers,
for my lips on its skin
for my delight in this gritty, delicious
nectar of nature
and newness of life.
In one sweet moment,
I hold goodness in the grip of my hand.
It hung on her coat rack for most of my childhood. My five, six, seven year old hands would pet the cuff, rub it against my cheek as she shoved my feet into snow boots before school. A picture of her in it hung above my Grandmother’s rocker for years. Her dark feathered tendrils disappeared into the dark velvet collar, her face and eyes shining out from it with happiness, mischief. She was gorgeous, I thought.
I think in grief, to return to simplicity is the only way to seek restoration, to find healing, to cope, to comfort one another.
The sound of your loved one’s steady breath,
a clock as it flicks mutely in the dark,
a bed that is our own.
Last week I shared a poem of mine over at Write Practice as Part II of a our dialogue on good poetry. [I was a bit preoccupied, so my apologies for the late linkage.] My process for writing poetry is very visceral. My initial thoughts are what get written, and editing comes much later. The one that I’ve shared is in its infancy – naked as a newborn, in fact. It has a lot of maturing to do, so I need your critiques and comments.