Sunday

(I) Genesis

 

With exultant exhalation

God pressed closed the motel door

Seeming most sacred

Ruined and worn as it was

She made for the bed

Casting off her tattered sneakers

Where she may trip on them later

 

God put the pager on the nightstand and

In the distance

Thought she could hear church bells

and hymns

Bystander to their transit

toward a place much further

than light could take them

 

And so she fell

Away onto the mattress

As they went up

And up

And up

And up

 

And up

 

 

 

And up

 

 

 

 

 

 

And up

 

Until she lost them

far above the clouds

 

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(II) Exodus

 

The Sun shone radiance on her face

Settling in the vales and trailing

her expression

Bringing rainbows to hang

 

Light

 

and lofty

 

On her eyelashes

Like cradles in treetops

 

And God heard only the blowing wind

 

The                  of

         breath          prayer

 

Making some secret chord

 

To lull

         by

 

And God let rest those weighty cradles

 

And so

With exultant exhalation

they

        fell

 

And the dazzling lights in her eyes

Gave way

To a dreamless

colorless

sleep

Leaving only hollow bellows of

Turmoil in the air

And a crescendo

of rain.

Rain.

 

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This first poem I have ever written on my own accord. Actually started writing it in 2014 and would pick it up here and there. Didn't originally have all of the funky formatting free verse stuff, but for whatever reason I felt the need to add that in. All feedback is welcome, thanks for your time!

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