Cold and Damp
little feet hopping in circles above
while high-pitched giggles
pierce the blue sky until it bleeds rain.
upon the wet, inviting earth
and now there is only silence
scattered like tiny bird bones.
The sound of weeping haunts me.
A man whistles while shoveling his thoughts
back into the ground, dark and deep.
Days ago I lost my breath,
waited for its return but it strayed.
Now I lay here unable to sleep,
Free Fall into Forget
of a rundown cedar bridge,
I knelt behind the guardrail
like a soldier readying her weapon.
spread wide a heartbeat apart.
Muted indigo and emerald
once my camouflage
displayed with pride.
The river moved along its pebbled road,
smoothing every stone to truth.
of lint and sorrow
fragile as moth wings.
I tied your name to a lonely twig,
poetry, and thickets of pearly bone
she cautiously opens the front door
under a painted sky ever violet and veiled.
unfamiliar the music enchants,
shakes the sturdy walls she built;
her back bending like a broken tree.
a labyrinth of quiet and strange musings.
Solve the riddle and you may stay.
There are unwritten songs to be sung,
Sandy Benitez is the founder & editor of Poppy Road Review, Black Poppy Review, and Flutter Press. Her latest chapbook, The Lilac City, was published by Origami Poems Project. Sandy's most recent work has been published in The Artistic Muse: Pohemians, Houseboat, The Missing of the Birds, The Kentucky Review, and The Blue Hour. She’s been nominated for the Pushcart, Best of the Web, and Best of the Net. Sandy resides in Southern California with her husband and two children.