drought: a poem by Christina Strigas (from her new book)

this poem is from Christina’s new book “For all the Lonely Hearts Being Pulled Out of the Ground” published by Free Lines Press, 2022


a bouquet of black
and white flowers
stuck in my throat
drawn from your

I am trying to
vomit out
but death
strangles me

it has a way of
my bouquet with
less oxygen

more of what I see
my rhymes live

I don't hate, I'm
too nice
I want to stop

but I have a 

I cry too much
too many days of

I get out of bed
but I have not
written in months.

the link to purchase Christina's new book is below
From a bouquet of black and white flowers to times when the mind can barely hold on to images, this collection looks at all the love-exit signs and refuses to escape. These poems tell stories; about love and intimacy, growth, Greek recipes, heartbreak, family, coffee, wine, spirituality and more. They capture the ethereal that is in our grasp and yet far from reach, as time moves from the present to the past to the enigmatic. 


A Poetry Showcase for Christina Strigas -new poetry & republished poetry

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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