Medusa Stares

What makes you stick to the past?

Is it an emotion

That clings onto you like an annoying song?

Anything you try

It can’t get out of your head.

All the same tune.

You add a little

Drum beat

To change the rhythm

Give it a kick with a hum,

Swinging it to diverge.

With a daring glance,

Repression will dance back to you.

It will flirt with your eyes,

Turning them color blind.

All you will see is black and white,

Until glands turn to the light.

Medusa’s on the hunt

For those already made of stone.

Through them, will she gain her power.

They cannot escape her fierce stare,

For their deepest fears are beyond repair.

Those brave enough to grab

Strands of memory by the hand,

Rejoice repetitive songs with a jiggle.

Like worms they wiggle out of

Imprisoning cocoons.

The bundle of silk,

Releasing any adjustment to the dark.

The newborns eye her serpent touch,

Rising far above her bewitching magic.

In their wings,

A splash of green.

Their delicate spread,

Like fine designs of origami.

Their sticky coat serving as an armor,

Shining healing spectrums of protection,

With precious hints of emerald.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Mamma

Mamma don’t like this pill

I’m takin’

It’s makin’ me feel

Tired.

Mamma, d’you know

Christopher Columbus discovr’d Amerikah?

He sailed for days and days

And found it on the way.

Mamma, d’you know Indians

Were here before us?

Used to dance around fires.

Ain’t that dang’rous?

Mamma, d’you know there’s a place

Called U-rop.

I hear it’s far away

And all them speak funny.

Mamma, d’you know

One times one is one?

But two times two

Ain’t two it’s four?

Mamma I said

I don’t want it.

It’s yucky.

Mamma, I wanna be a geologist

When I grow up.

Wanna travel the www.

Y’know the whole wide world,

That thing you type on the Intr’net.

Mamma, teacher’s say I got ADD.

What’s that?

I read it out loud

Am I math gen’us or some’ing?

Mamma, d’you know

Sometimes I dream ’bout

Rainbows?

Like I am a rainbow

And can touch the sky

Like color?

Mamma, sometimes

I dream ’bout people with wings too

They’re real fun.

They hug me

And tell me all’s okay.

Mamma is it time?

Gotta take my medisin.

I feel good.

So good.

Mamma I don’t dream

No more.

Mamma d’you know I love school?

They teach us all’s that import’nt.

History, math, english, geology.

Mamma I’mma travel the www one day.

Think Missus can come with me?

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

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