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Dawn Doran and Amy Souza

Dawn Doran R

Dawn Doran
Grounded
Painted using Amy Souza’s poem (below) as inspiration

Version 2.0
By Amy Souza

The second story apartment left you too far above the earth at a time when you needed to be, at least figuratively, grounded.

So you

  • dug a garden in the side yard.
  • Scratched at the soil
    • licked it off your fingertips
    • bit it out of your nails,
      • hungrily,
      • greedily.

You wanted to

  • lie in it,
  • make dirt angels,
  • sleep there until little pieces of you decomposed:
    • the parts you didn’t need,
    • the parts that hurt,
    • the parts that seemed better suited to providing nitrogen and phosphorous to the sprawling yarrow plant than to traveling around inside you.

Digging deeper you

  • pulled out handfuls of clay:
    • cold
    • gray-brown
  • created tiny spheres, which you
    • flatted into pancakes,
    • rolled between your palms to fashion mud cigars
  • and distracted yourself from
    • the only thing you wanted to make but couldn’t:
      • a brand new you.

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Dawn Doran I revised

Dawn Doran
Throwing the Careful Into the Crazy
Inspiration piece provided to Amy Souza

Crazily Careful or Carefully Crazy?
a surreally structured poem
By Amy Souza

This fire
Scrapes flying dreams:
His donkey flies deftly
Pink with flaming attachment,
On sequins.

Bottles clear
Of two deep-blue corazónes
Smearing those baubles
over which banner, but foiling foils
To paint.

Memories (swirls):
Red fires, attached,
Express toward their hearts,
Feel then stars, marks, love
A flame.

(Sentence structure after “On Being Introduced to You” by Eve Merriam.)

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2 comments

  1. Grounded suffused through me like a surprise, radiating goosebump! I guess you could say I was tickled. Then again, I guess you could say it was something more.



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