handmade greeting card, collage art

Easier now.

The tight stranglehold of madness relents

to allow rivulets of clarity into a brain tingling

like a foot fallen asleep.

Circle dance, spiraling to a familiar stop:

How much damage to repair?

How much footing lost?

A pause in the wreckage

to take stock

before turning.

Like a centrifuge spinning

sediments of blood into sight,

Madness separates substance

from goss.

Not purified,


8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Littlesundog
    Dec 31, 2013 @ 08:19:41

    Your prose is beautiful, Sandy. I’ve read this several times, feeling the words with personal understanding.


  2. Marie Astra
    Dec 31, 2013 @ 10:49:18

    Yes. I feel it. Exactly. And happy New Year. {{{hugs}}}


    • Sandy Sue
      Dec 31, 2013 @ 14:47:36

      And to you, my friend. Do you know how happy-making it is for me to see that tiny picture of Richard whenever you comment? It lifts me. It really does. Thank you for that.


  3. bpnana
    Dec 31, 2013 @ 17:56:13

    Beautiful, Sandy. You are so talented. I love your art and your gift with words. Blessings for the coming New Year!. Love, Nana


  4. baduquainutter
    Jan 01, 2014 @ 02:44:25

    Your writing is so potent, and hits so many “homes”, and your style is so uniquely your own. It’s such a delight to read.


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