The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/26/08

[BlueIris]

"Stuck"

Stuck in these hills
by my own design
I find pathways
to the other world
choked with introspection now.

This cabin full of comfort
hand-made home-spun
comfrey poultice atrophy
has put my wits to sleep
and I am weak
from these holistic ways.

I need to touch
the rotting urban stones
and breathe the sickened air.
These quiet, clean
and sun-filled days
are bad for me.

—Stacie Smith-Row