The Underground Garden: Aftermath 8egrowth


 

Aftermath be like rowen
Keep on swimming
Keep on rowing
Frontline reload
Second string unload
Third row aim low
On four let’s go
Clear smoke
Still stoke
Heart pound only sound
Safety only worry
Blink
The only sight that changes is what you think
Swim or sink
Flask of gratitude sip prepared lips
Shed tattered and sullied
The useless and scurried
But do not hurry
Into the next worry
Inhale the aftermath
Scalp sense and track a map
Cut root and new life plant
While rowen origins direct through toes
The call of 4 directions
Your freedom row
Arrow follow bow
Only look back to recognize
Unfamiliar new lands at full circle and your seeds at growth
A home at will
Will always be close
Wherever you go
Underneath footprints lives burrowed in flow.
Rowen aftermath is life through the wrath unscathed and a way back to reclaim traces of your flame
Grab embers
Blow ash
Hold candles
Rewax into tact original fact
Returning to new sculptures
Erected from old history
Rewritten withhold no mystery
Here is a land flourished in victory
The aftermath of a burning crash
Met by crumbling collapse
Helmets cracked
Muffled gasps
Insane attacks then just like that in the aftermath
Rowen began a mind’s new foundation
A route cleansed by condensation
An uncovered source
A recovered course
Remaining sword sheathed spine length vertical
Swallow salt by nostril
Listen for a stream by vision
Activate intuition
Find truth within a dream
Aftermath rowen
Look over what’s been seen
Journey on in peace as it is meant to be for the I the you and me
However,
Aftermaths are not always left green.
Do you know what I mean?
Secret codes the known unknown
Unpracticed mispronounced
Off all four pounce or bounce
Devour words from mouths
They poison or warm you
Reactions forewarn moves
Distant senses send reflections to streaming tears
Wandering for years
Always seems near then enters fear and smears
Canvases through ears
Bolder means louder
Cloudier courier worrier
Echoes actually do not begin no one is listening so in silence sound has no lend for attention
Aftermath rowen
On all four closely pulling digging removing the worthless
First get
Since when and why
Cylindered teardrops bring warm salt to fresh ground
Leave new seeds aged knees to crown
Look down
Witness flesh in its elastic wet
Drying as the moon stays fresh
Testify of regrets relish in never forgets
Prepare for the desired next
Reflect
Watch the world turn from one urn coal stained heels palm soft sands leading into cool hands
Everybody’s land
Hear the sleep end and night life begin
As constellations appear yet again
Gather and after math rowen laughter
Remain home as you stretch all of your stems and hit the path again to meet or greet at tens
Swords unsheathed or below knees as love breaks bread
It’s all in the head
Aftermath rowen leaves plots
Or holds beds.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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