The blue drama of your veins

What have you discovered since time 

began in you - you are part fishscale 

glisten of stone and part dull dis 

 appearance of clay cracking 

beneath finger nails. The blue drama 

of your veins unfolds like any other - you 

are one of a thousand flowers 

picked too soon. You stand: docile 

 as a sapling that snaps back after being 

pressed down by heels of a dozen boots 

you are not the only voice, nor the only 

silence you are cloud weight & the heft 

of understanding that your greatest strength 

rests in shifting toward the moods of the moon. 

Hold your hands up to sky, slick as cabbage leaves 

veined and rounded to bowls and wait

 for the marriage of drought and 

rain to bring you closer to bloom

Author's Note

2021

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

how the heck did I miss this? and better question why am I the only one to read this? and even more importantly this is just grand penning!!!! Eilis with the golden stylis you and I agree on so many things in our common journeys of write and recognition

[Eilis]

Hi, BB. I have been putting up poems quietly and have not been very active, so that is why things are unread. Poetry is therapy for me at the moment. Always nice to hear from you. I’m glad you can relate to things you read on my page. Hope you’re well.