This is the way it goes:.
Your friends turn against you,
Your daughter is a whore.
Jesus stops listening.
Your bones ache as if you’ve just been taken
And your money is gone.
Sleep is one of those things you remember,
But can’t quite seem to re-live.
Dinner is M&M’s, or anything with sugar.
All birds and animals are predators.
A good phone call is a charming young man at your
The world is half right when you have,
Hell when you do not
Your past is a dream
And you doubt
That you have ever really lived.
Because right now, you’re dead.
DAY OF THE DEAD
Orange and black,
The Halloween Flight of a monarch
to the expectant Mexican village.
You’ve become ritual,
Falling into place, a puzzle
To memorialize the dead.
In the face of so much death
You are an impossibility
You are faith & mystery
CAN I SHOW YOU
I have made-crowded
With leaves and fairy tales,
And long blonde braids
That capture hummingbirds.
Raspberry and peach,
A divination in your mouth
To stop the world from coming.
You don’t belong here.
You crave the tide, the after-life of
Long dead things.
I cannot bring you into this place-
Too sweet, too green,
And you, being ABLE
to make sense of common things.
Corrine De Winter, nominated four times for the
Pushcart Prize, Corrine De Winter's poetry, fiction, essays and
interviews have appeared worldwide in publications such as the
The New York Quarterly, Imago, Phoebe, Plainsongs, Yankee,
Sacred Journey, Interim, The Chrysalis Reader, The Lucid Stone,
Fate ,Press, Sulphur River Literary Review, Modern Poetry, The
Lyric, Atom Mind, The Writer, The Lyric and over 800 other
publications. She has been the recipient of awards from Triton
College of Arts & Sciences, Writer's Digest, The Esme Bradberry
Award, The Madeline Sadin Award, The Rhysling Award, and has
been featured in Poet's Market 1995-2006.