Exploring this Wednesday for Poetry
Michel Griffith pens words, phrases and themes with a subtle eloquence complemented by poignant realities. He walks along poetic avenues with a grace and understanding of nuances and impact of words spoken and those held silent. Enjoy his two poems. Lived Ran fast with scissors sharp blood on her hands in her highest heels and the fur of a borrowed woman. Scandalized a mother born not to bear shame and rollicked a dad born not to bear regrets. Never the reflection of anything, she was always her own light. A muzzle flash shot to the heart, a sonic boom harbinger and echo, a hurricane to shake her family tree, and blow away the ashes of every bridge she'd crossed. Never inched toward anything, only ran until there was no place left for her to go, this woman of so many stories. A life lived loud until her unquiet death. **** Moss It was me. I cut the tree in