By Laurie Kolp:
I stand on the corner of goodbye
my mouth a broken branch
wriggling in the bitter wind.
I watch you sprinkle sorrow
in a field of broken dreams,
then turn your back and leave
as I languish
in this helpless state
lacking moisture
devoid of sunshine;
no room left to thrive.
The harvest of our love
a spray of dismal memories
from seed to ovule to gone
a berry wilting on its stem
killed with a chemical mistake
that started when
you ravished my body
all those years ago
in the corner of a teenage flame.
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Laurie Kolp’s publications include poems in Writer’s Digest, Pyrokinection, SKIVE Magazine, poetsesspresso, pay attention: a river of stones, The Christian Communicator, The Christian Journal; nonfiction short stories in Christmas Miracles, The Dead Mule’s School Society of Southern Literature, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Tough Times. Laurie is a member of The Academy of American Poets, and lives in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children and two dogs. To read more of her poems, visit her blogs Conversations With Laurie, Bird’s-Eye Gemini, Conversations With A Cardinal and Red Room.
