Stone clouds tell her story.
Today was dry before grey stomped
over head.
I wish I was her. She reminds me
how to cry like my pupils are perfect moons,
ten thousand drops on the prick
of every sharp edge .
She shapes me,
she wraps me in her moisture
when I am filth, then leaves.
I forget. I fly around memory
and time like
it still exists,
like one floor leads to
the next floor,
like today isn’t meant to say anything,
I hope
for silence underwater,
my big head under
water
breathing out every last danger
until my old body is
roaring grey stone,
floating in over head,
reminding someone to fly around
memories
and time
like they still exist.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Lovely.
“I forget….I hope” Especially, I like those seven lines. )
Reblogged this on randomwordbyruth… and commented:
when do I think of you…just once in a very blue moon
Excellent.. down to the bone.. Peace Tony
Your poetry leaves me with a new sense of wonder each & every time I read it, Maggie. Thank you for constantly inspiring my muse & mind 🙂 This was outstanding, as usual!!