Conviction

A Rebel’s Prompt: Bringing Life into Death

a royal blue
funeral pyre
of bloody earth
may have dodged
the gauntlet
but lost the game

ashen remains
evermore in
dripping
cobalt sundae
art deco style
blown glass
you floating
dust-like
consummating
this death-vase

my every gaze
a jolting
bolt peddling
lightspeed
riding through
mind’s synapses
a one way

t
i
c
k
e
t

to the point of
no return

when I blinked
you were gone
flashing pupils
mine
lapping up
memories
the bittersweet
era

era called
your life
basking in
your quirky light
refusing to
to swallow
raw bitters whole
putting a cork

in the abyss
once and for all

after washing
that last load
sullied with
final fluids
yours
exorcising
demons and
tacking
angel’s wings onto
your fleeting soul
manifesting

f
l
i
g
h
t

your vape pen
erupted
whistled
as
I posted
your passing

was that you
before the
cock crowed
when like Peter
I doubted?

Shhhh…

if I say
it aloud
it might not be true

the cardinal
who flits across my
path as I picture
my new flame

is this a
sign you’d approve?

Photo by author

Shhh…

what about
the blue jay
whistling melodies
my cheeks
a Niagara Falls
of loss
gazing at
that pretty
urn

or the butterfly
skirting across
my view while
daydreaming
this nightmare is
just a dream
and not the
groundhog’s day
it’s become

or our hearts
beating as one
while dying inside to
The Velvet
Underground’s
Heroine
you added
to my playlist

your last minutes
a rocky horror
picture show
eating me alive

are these the
secrets that you keep?

your silenced voice
like a violin
serenades violets
coloring my
heart lavender
convinced
you’ll know
my name
when
we meet
again and

you
eluding
in my ear
to make a choice —
live as if
I am dead
or live life
in joyful abandon
til the
curtain draws

while sketching
a life-size portrait
of the hijacked
acts
of your life.

Ann Marie Steele

~This piece was the result of Amanda Dalmas’ wonderful prompt which can be found here:

~ Thanks so much for reading. Here are two other pieces that were triggered by my son, Brandon’s, passing:

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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