Wednesday, August 17, 2016

My August Poem

Let me tell you something about this heat: it has not been kind to me.  I have been constantly frustrated and disinterested in doing anything that heightens this frustration. This also means I haven't been writing a lot. That's not good at all! Even worse, I have no concentration for reading. I wake up hot and all I want to do is cool down and drink some water. Despite all of this, I am here to share an August poem. Whatever that means.

An Apology to My Sacred Place

The reason is unnecessary
though relevant
to the journey of loss
and all I did to my body
was wrap water around it
to cool it and then sometimes
I'd look through the wound
and see how deep and damaged
I was.  If I were to die,  it would be
near the Brooklyn bridge. My feet knew
its path and I could find my way
home if I changed my mind.
Falling would be beautiful.
And body, my sacred place
I am sorry for hiding dirt,
and clots and tears as treasures in you,
and if you can open yourself to me
then I can find myself inside you.

New poems at Seventh Wave

So excited to share that two of my poems were picked up by Seventh Wave Magazine and I am so pleased and grateful. Here's a link. http://theseventhwave.co/two-poems-by-afua-ansong/


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