Poetry
by Nicole Nicholson
Vietnam
Fire
She trails a tail of Vietnam fire,
Running a naked napalm dash -
Her nerves, a network of barbed wire,
Inflamed and screaming. Through news wire
Her image of painful escape is flashed -
She trails a tail of Vietnam fire.
Her body will become a spent pyre
While the village behind her becomes ash.
Her nerves, a network of barbed wire,
Never cease to utter incessant dire
Cries, suffering under undeserved pain's lash.
She trails a tail of Vietnam fire,
Forging forgiveness from her heart's desire
Once years had removed her from that moment savage.
Her nerves, a network of barbed wire,
Propel her now forward to nations to inquire
For peace, before this fragile world crashes.
She trails a tail of Vietnam fire -
Her nerves, a network of barbed wire.
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Rain
Dancer
Slap-slap!
The rain
Slap-slaps
On my window pane
As Mother Nature
Plays her tubla,
Inviting me to
Dance
Prance
In her delightful,
Delicious
Thunderstorm
Symphony.
Now she dances,
Her blue-black cloud sari sky
Whipping around as she
Curiously
Furiously
Shakes the Earth beneath
Her lighting feet and
Tinkling raindrops
On metal roof-tops -
Her anklets -
Sound throughout the neighborhood.
Slap-slap!
Smack-smack!
She whirls around in an ecstatic frenzy
While slowly taking her dancing feet
To the West,
Leaving the best
Of her love
And her footprints, a green carpet-spread,
Behind.
The wet musk of air
Hits my nose
In my repose,
And in the wake
Of the thunder and the quake,
I feel right at home.
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Nicole Nicholson is a 31 year-old
poet who has been writing poetry since age 12, drawing inspiration
from the world, people, and events around her. She has recently
been published on PoetsHaven.com as well as in Word Slaw and
plans to release a poetry chapbook entitled "Raven Feathers"
in the fall of 2008. A collection of her recent work can be found
online at: http://ravenswingpoetry.com She lives in Columbus,
OH with her fiance. An October wedding is planned.
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