this is it!

this is the last entry on my blog as my symptoms and situations are cyclical and I don't care to comment on them any more. it's redundant. please visit the pages prior to gain a better understanding of what a person with a mental illness goes through. if i ever get my book published, please read it...i made it uplifting.

jacquese...

of course i'm leaving with a poem...

by the way, check me out in blackberry: a magazine in september 2013 and black magnolias literary journal in winter spring summer and upcoming fall 2013.

a heartfelt goodbye...

the colors of my indiscretions

by jacquese armstrong

 

i hate broken wing days

grey and red colors/red

magnified shouts intricately woven

in the partial grey fabric of my

quilt born life

 

my grandmothers taught me to weave

 

(i see a bag lady on the street

from a local coffee shop window

realize i’ve known her for years)

 

quilt born life makes perceptions

change

innocence

is a learned emotion

 

(i am an enigma in my neighborhood)

 

grey insides make deep pockets

like the ones m’dear had

on her ankle length cotton soft aprons

rocking

with much patience

on her black/brown/grey wooden front porch

her greyed eyes quite lived in

 

innocence is a learned emotion

 

quilt born life consists

of anything i pick up

the time i spend in outerspace

is calming

mauvy

pink tissue paper blowin in the breeze and

crystal

blue

clear

running

streams

and i create in this space

i own it

 

innocence is a learned emotion and

earth is a prohibitive destination

 

(rasta walks

the abandoned streets alone

i know him as an african drummer

who does poetry)

 

perceptions are a prism

and the Light plays with

the Mind/colors you

my quilted life’s

childhood colors

voluminous violets’

furious fuschia’s

screaming yellow

and the all-embracing care and treasured time

time

it took to

weave and sew fabric pieces

 

they make the warmth

 

caring brown hands with

chocolate arms that hug and

loving peppermint smiles from

the men and women

who taught the lessons that make

innocence

a learned emotion…

 

i hate broken wing days

the colors are grey and red.