Pagosa Springs Artists

Born Again

 

  New life is so hard to come by,
  the old calling too loudly
  from past excitements,
  from killing kisses,
  her forbidden embrace.

  My heart races
  with just that thought,
  so dearly bought
  of the fire now turned to ashes.

  What will become
  of my wife of thirty
  standing staunchly by me?
  Who will stanch her tears
  in the lonely nights?

  Two sons go to school
  trusting, hoping, awaiting
  the day of my return. 
  Left hanging in the air, 
   will I turn, when rise
   from these ashes; can I
    be born again?

 

 

 

first published in BEHIND PRISON WALLS Chapbook

©2011 Bonnie Manion

   

Poem of the Month

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