Reverie

chestnut hair tangled
around the end of my finger
these moments are hushed
except for the remembering to breathe

the moment explodes into mountains
mountains climb into the sky
sometimes I long to die

water spills from my eyes
slips down the corners of a mouth
without any words to say

wasn’t it just yesterday
that I stood a fresh dug grave
dirt like soot covering my face

wind blows twisted hair free
as it longs to save me
from the memory’s reverie

chestnut hair tangled
around the end of my finger
these moments are hushed
except for the remembering to breathe

Jennifer Greene Sullivan

5.17.18

 

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agingenglishmajor

I am an English teacher, mother, and wife, but I love to write. I feel that I am blessed to be able to use my talent to write about my children's books, poems, short fiction, and parenting. Please feel free to contact me with any questions you may have about my experiences with beginning a writing career while focusing on my children and my job. I look forward to comments and to hear from my readers!

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