National Poetry Month–Poetry to My Mother


Wax crayons, guitar pics, stained glass, oils, pastels, charcoal, dark wine, gin, plum cordial-You in a coma, under your skin blood surfacing, ugly purple blotches-In death you are not creative-In death you are ugly, and it doesn’t matter if I color outside the lines in black, and it doesn’t matter if the guitar strings snap, or that I am alive and can write-Red crayon scrawling over your works-“Do Like this, like this, no like THIS!”-I broke your pics and brushes, watered down your gin, danced wild around the plum tree. You sang zippitee-do-da.


~poem by Kim Nixon

About kimnixon

Upper Peninsula Michigan Artist and Writer

Posted on April 17, 2009, in National Poetry Month, The Long Haul and Other Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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