More

I want more

of what I cannot have

and less of what I have.

It is always the poem of the day

that brings me joy

written in some notebook

or on a piece of paper

from an obscure poet

that I research in the middle of a lineup

of free coffee.

Where do you come from?

I tried to answer that question once

but failed miserably.

Such vagueness requires a multitude

of tides

each with its own seashell story.

I try to be normal

but fall flat on my face.

I am raising my children too freely

I should restrict them

deny them

border them up

but I show them to fly instead

and when they leave me too

I will cry

for not holding them closer

than I should have

like all the Greek mothers before me.

I know I speak too much of this and that

and I probably bore you

and it’s so easy to move onto the next poet

who rhymes and meets your IQ requirement

but I left my soul at the beach again,

death recited lines

lit a candle for the dead again

prayed for other’s lives.

My third eye aches

wishes to go blind,

one disappointment after another

another brain cancer tumor

and all the memories flood back

holding everyone else up

with courage I never even thought I had.

I come from places I’ve never been to

and people I’ll never meet.

I want more of what you have. 

 

 

 

 

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17 comments

  1. laurelwolfelives · May 25, 2016

    Wow…..just wow! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Writing of M · May 25, 2016

    Gorgeous! Beautiful poetess!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Eric · May 25, 2016

    Where do you come from? I’m not sure, but I’m certain it is the same place that I do! Love this, Christina! xx

    Liked by 1 person

  4. clinock · May 26, 2016

    your poetry, vignettes of your life, vulnerable and courageous, evoking marvelous images and traveled in pleasure…

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Chrissy · June 20, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .

    Like

  6. Lively Life · June 20, 2016

    Such vagueness requires a multitude

    of tides

    each with its own seashell story.

    and

    I’ve come from places i’ve never been to.

    love those lines espesically!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · June 21, 2016

      Wow, did I write that? When someone writes them it feels so surreal. I thank you so much for connecting with the lines and my poetry. appreciate you taking the time and reading me. :))

      Like

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