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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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it’s just different

March 17, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I’ve heard it said before
many times
by many others
compared to her-
they felt only, and exactly, like ‘others’
but when she says it
there’s no blunder
I never even ponder the obvious spell I’m under
I just…begin to wonder, of a wonder
then my feelings wander
if I could please speak with candor,
I would
hoping the message I’m trying to convey,
wouldn’t fall short to a perceived slight or slander
its desired effect wilting like untended violets
I marvel at the question of how,
how can she speak my language with eloquent grace,
while sounding completely like a different delectable dialect
her vocab vibrates with unique intimacy
adorning syllables architectured by deeper meanings
conjuring forth alien parts of my being
and at this moment
I am only now
far from, and therefore, no longer who I was
as if I forgot the human, I was being
embodying a canvass of energy
painting with broad strokes- the highs of connection
sending signals her way,
likened to a siren,
and she responds
as if inclined by some divine design
providing the very piece, to my peace of mind
saying those three words
well, actually four
if you count the last homophone-
a sound mirroring the second number
spelled different
implying a digit, though not numerically,
but speaking to a joining, as if a couple
displayed in an agreement of emotions-
she both summons and exudes a heat from us both,
reminiscent of summer
I begin to understand, ‘twinkle twinkle’
because how could you ever stare upon a star,
and not wonder
when there could be so many
seemingly just the same
yet that one-
which has hooked your ears
transfixed your eyes
hypnotizing your senses
gushing feelings forth into a serendipitous rush
blurring your mind of all logic-
is so different

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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