Southward (A Panku)
NaPoWriMo, Day Five
Your sleeping face anchored my brain, mooring of sanity
to this place without your curious joy pointing southward,
your paintbrush tail indicating northward, my mouth erupted sound
—the recollection’s gathered laughter became caught in the netting
of that wail, the dampness on my own face
oiled my dawning knowledge of tenacity in joy mingling,
mocking, saving me from how far below ground mourning
leads, mutely dictating you must follow to find healing.
In my ceaseless grief, this image of you remains.
Phynne~Belle is a mimi and woof-woof Mama Bear. Fear her, not her beloved pitbulls. You can learn more about her right here.
About the Creator
Tricia De Jesus-Gutierrez (Phynne~Belle)
Poet Organizer of Phynnecabulary and Co-Director at the Poetry Global Network. Has too many cats and dogs a-plenty. Enjoys karaoke way too much. https://linktr.ee/phynnebelle/
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