Salvation
“WaterBoy” mystical water from Alaska
When the sadness dries my insides like a tightrope across the sky
My mouth opens like an big O
I dream of that indigo water in that moment, the mystical Alaskan salvation
Its cold molecules warming up my insides to bring them to life
I drown in the past woes of millions
Like Amélie Poulain
A ethereal ebb and flow of mortal terror
pouring the healing waves of love over the pained masses
About the Creator
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I can’t talk about anything beautiful
I was eating my first bowl of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup since I was a kid. The flavor was nostalgia in a bowl. Yet, all I could taste on my tongue was something sweet and special that I had lost long ago. I had once found beauty in single moments in my life. I cried deeper tears that felt like a endless well as I took that first savory and familiar sip. Like the last rung on a ladder, like that old Stephen King story about the brother and sister and lost youth, I felt stuck in the moment of life and death—fear and freedom.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
If You Write A Book, Don’t Tell Anyone
There are days when I’m grateful Amazon doesn’t tell me specifically who has bought my book and who hasn’t. If they did, I would be heartbroken when I read the list and noticed all the important names in my life were not on my list of customers.
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Comments (5)
That was wonderful! Well done.
Oh wow, that felt so powerful! Loved your poem!
I loveee Amelie! The cinematography in that film was incredible! Poignant and beautiful poem, Melissa! 💌
F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S! Go gurl! 💪🏾
wow. 💙