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joni mitchell
by Nanette Bellmanhe left a note that said,
"all the bad things i've done have finally caught up with me...
but i can't let It be the end..."
up until then, i'd spent my entire life
believing that bad things only happened to good people
because that's all i've been seeing.
but this was proof otherwise.
the red, white, and blue lights spun around.
they reflected and glistened off the snow
turning the scene into kaleidoscope,
a dream sequence that was every made for TV movie family's nightmare.
on the other side of the police taped perimeter
the crew wore biohazard suits, a standard phobic precaution
because they haven't had experience with It like i have.
they picked up bits and pieces and placed them in bags
and held them ten miles away from each other.
i crossed under the line
and knelt down in front of
where she was burning a hole in the snow.
steam rose around her and
with tear stained cheeks, blood broken eyes
she looked at me...
"i need you to identify the body...
because i can't do It again...." 01/13/2010 Author's Note: cancer sucks....guess you don't know what you've got till it's gone...
Posted on 01/13/2010
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/14/10 at 05:48 AM This creates a very sharp image in our minds -- a testimony to this piece. The hyperbole of "ten miles away" adds tremendously. The way it is composed and tells the story is magnificent and engaging. It's also mysterious, particularly with the author's comment. I hope everything is OK for you...
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| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/15/10 at 07:26 PM This is anguish...and there is nothing that can change that. I suppose sometimes we feel like the only choice left to us is how we exit the stage or when. I wish you weren't caught in the middle of the decision. Thank you for sharing this...and maybe we can help share a bit of your grief, the better to lessen the burden. |
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