Poems from cealynn213
From the tumble of machinery
the damp clothes
roll and twist into themselves.
Take them out
and insert them into the mouth
of another...
Washing dishes
while my mom roams around
behind me
like a bee
buzzing
getting nectar from a sunflower.
We banter
about the silliest thing...
They just need a lighthouse keeper
some light to pull them into
and a person to hold the light steady
steady for them to see
and follow...
Perhaps that want to see that light
at the end of the tunnel
as the old saying goes
or the light in a person’s eye
when she reds a line...
the gulf is opened
waves rough and obnoxious
filled with the hopes and the dreams
and the crushed desires
morose days
depressed nights...