I could kidnap you
Keep you safe from all harm I could sing for you And make my heart bleed I could lie for you And it would all be changed I could cry for you So rivers would flood again I could meld with you Keeping you tight in my arms I could wait with you As the trauma lets loose © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
0 Comments
Sometimes I dream about you,
even though it's been years When I remember my dreams, it makes me wonder did you see the woman change? I remember we had good times before he forced me into a literal corner And a few months later your BFF ratted me out, then humiliated and tortured me for years simply for enjoyment But it was nice to see you as you were, like Rose saw Jack After all, I loved you Did you see the movie stars come out? Did you see he executives and actors' Fall? What do you think now, Considering it all? © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. My daughter drew on this page
And I thought it was sweet She wants to be like Mommy Our artist in residence © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. He's tired at his piano lesson
His throat is sore C chords in inversions, up and down He asks if the second chords are in F or G Runs his hands through his Thick chestnut hair Plays with an oversized hoodie on Chords up and down Root position Then parallel thirds in octaves "Oh yeah," he says "I remember this one." Oh, okay. He takes correction well. This? Yes. Season's changing in the piano studio before chromatic scales C-B-B flat, try that again Adding in left hand separately Yawns © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. He mines with a stick and
Crafts at the table He climbs the wooden ladder Up to a wooden pallet platform His dog is his Wolf, and incidentally Is named Wolfi Like he names every wolf mob Wolfy 1 Wolfy 2 Wolfy 3 He can't craft a sword Daddy made it, then he broke it And the shield was left out in the rain and snow It might have been tossed Visions of creepers Fighting off skeleton bowmen Looking for more resources But we can't get into the garage So he throws the dog's ball and slides down the side of the house © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. |
AuthorDoniell Cushman, B.A. cum laude Archives
June 2022
Categories |