iva by the sea: where i've come from

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Thursday, February 14, 2019

Thursday, August 2, 2018

$[poem text: there have been some rough spots (eons where the dagger twists a fraction and the red rush of life within me remembers it's channeling around this blade embedded in my chest) (and all of me remembers) (and all i am is pain) other than that, i'm doing well] Originally written 2.18.2018$

Monday, June 18, 2018

Lost City

[ Poem text: it was a cliff at the edge of the sea except the sea was a desert dry its waves dusty yet a sliver of starlight whispered a secret to her heart and she knew engulfed in the sand submerged in this sea lay a hidden city fed by a well a full and limitless well brimming with the deepest longings of her heart]

Monday, August 7, 2017

wingless + farewell

wingless [poem text] - it wasn't until her windflower form was tangled in the web of his fairy tale and she could not free herself without tearing her wings -- that she realized her heart was not safe in his arms . . . . [ she had hoped he was kind and sweet and good, but he had made her no promises. ]

farewell poem text: [and so / wingless and torn / she weeps as / she sleeps again / in her chrysalis] . . . . . . because she loved him. and that sort of thing never goes away.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

all she ever wanted

unless he smiled at her on that one audacious night which was scrubbed so quickly from the history books that part of her brain was erased along with it.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Not You

today I am focusing
on the scent of fresh broccoli
as the knife slices through
the tender heart of the stems

and not
the words you spoke
which severed my heart
from yours

the grey and sand of backsplash tile
the bright voice of water
as it soothes the florets
with a lullaby

and not you
not you at all

the clean and white of paper towel
tearing from the roll
crumpling in my hands

and not the promise of your heart
torn from my soul

the lukewarm of linoleum
against my cheek

and

hot tears

not you

Monday, April 17, 2017

Words in the Dark

because all around me
i feel the dark
i feel it clinging
curling
around my bonelike arms

but i whisper
here against my pillow
whisper clenched-fist words
rescue
rescue
rescue
breathing bruises
from a small and purple heart

i breathe
words as thin and false
as cotton candy
trust
trust
trust

make them real to me

you will rescue me
illuminate the night
turn the bands of darkness
into bracelets
glittering on my arms

and as i sleep

i breathe your name

— iva m

[originally written Sunday, December 13, 2015, 9:30 PM]

iva by the sea