Hippie's blog: "My Poetry"

She loved sweet saltwater days when the sun holds nothing back And washes the beach's visitors in its generous yellow-white light. V-Shaped shadows glide over the bright hot sand As brown pelicans ride a sultry, slow breeze. White foam on blue-green water curls and churns And deposits tasty morsels for gulls who chatter loudly As they run on orange-stick legs while laughing children Chase them relentlessly on low-tide sparkling sands Skittish crabs do their sideways crawl toward shorelines Teaming with muscles tumbling inland on endless turning tides. The ocean swells in ancient breath and pushes The edges of the earth back once again. By Kem Lewis

Here No More I can not stay here any longer. The stench of your decaying lies has become such an unbearable assault. I can no longer dwell here where my ears are forever filled with your well arranged deceit. I will not stand here and look at your pretending smile and receive your rehearsed affections. I do not wish to possess the diseased heart you offer as a token of your love here no more. Daddy’s Girl “You are way too mean and bossy to keep a man” you told me that summer day as you handed me the tire tool and jack. “So you best be learning, Sis how to change these things yourself.” And so under your guidance I fixed the flat tire in the sun and wondered how I could ever learn to change these things myself. Pretty hard to change mean and bossy! A High Glossy Shine I don’t sit like a lady I will not wear a skirt No high heals nor stockings Just my jeans and t-shirt A girdle? Your’e crazy! A slip! That’s insane! G-strings would be torture I want my undies plain. My hair is cut shorter Than any girl’s should be And I’m nowhere as pretty As my mom thinks I could be. But I’m happy and nappy And gnarly and stout No my clothes are not girly And my ins are all out. So let me assure you You are wasting your time Trying to polish old leather To a high glossy shine.

If Only She Knew I watch her move without her knowing. Her raised eyebrow, the light in her eyes. I secretly see—but she does not know That she is drowning in my admiration. I steal a moment, a glance when her Back is to me; the curve of her spine. The muscle in her thigh shows itself to me. But she only sees her friend detached. Her hand waves her words around in the air. She is unaware that I am drinking of her and All that she is; waiting for the next taste Like a starving wolf in a syrupy night. I take note of her stride without her knowledge. I watch her heel rise, her toes bend, the back of her knee. Her face to the sky and her laughter takes flight. My heart beats too fast but she does not see. She lives behind my eyes where only I know. Her smile, every line, and every shadow of her face Is burned into my mind in deep furrows. Inside of my thoughts she appears again. She does not know how easily she has stolen The very air I am trying to breathe. She is mine if only in my remembering. She belongs to me behind my eyes, my captive. Kem Lewis

Those Hands You know…he has hands exactly like his father’s… Hands that once tore open and pulled apart the child I was and should have been. I love him…I do! He is my flesh and my blood lies beneath that skin so much like his. You know…he is my son and not the one who crushed and destroyed and raped and burned and stole my childhood away from me. And with love and hidden revolt, I will hold to his soul And forever tremble at the sight of his precious hands Even I know that.

On Aging- Mother and Me You traveled down this path of time; I traveled as well but differently. You walk slowly along, gracefully-delicately; I run behind following, stumbling, falling. Your steps are slow, beautiful, deliberate; My steps are unsteady, clumsy, dangerous. You keep to the center, straight and safe; I wonder away and get lost in blissful darkness. You make your ascent slow and easy; Taking the obvious and logical steps. I ascend by the way of jagged cliff; Steep, rocky hills, thorns and pain. You will arrive well preserved, unwounded, beautiful; I will arrive worn out, bloody, beaten, laughing loudly!