Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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I lost a week in there with oral surgery (no, they didn’t sew my mouth shut, but I know of a few people who wish they had!). But I used last week’s Sunday Whirl words, which I will share with dverse and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ Open Link Monday.

My friend Rev. Tisha is working on a program concerning violence against women. Please feel free to forward poems to me by email – either paste the poem in the message or attach. Here is an example, and I can only say that, as a survivor of a different type of violence, these girls huddle in a corner of my soul. Peace, Amy


Three girls
torn from the cradle of mothers’ arms
peering past bad circumstances

The secret
to their survival in exile was the stories
Pry open clues with claws forged of need

Pile bits
of memory, tiny green apples
as unripe as they. Their rash hope:

that spirits
would comfort them as they endured
man after man on a filthy mattress

The spirits
were their only treasure, clutching and reciting
concocted tales of their shared princess-like past…

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil



Two in one
Joined at the skin
Yin/Yang twins with
opposing forces:

One, golden innocence
the endless blossoming
of girl to young lady to
woman to mom to

The other, haunted by
events time will not erase,
rusted razors

The miracle is
they both survive
the chaos

One diary; two lives
The perfectionist clips
fraying edges of her life;
her trademark, a lack
of deceit.

The dangerous silverfish
dives endlessly into
threadbare carpet on
the walls, only to emerge
unspooling, unruly,
unnervingly unorthodox

One seeks applause
The other, a pause,
if only to seek a blank sheet,
a mulligan, a cosmic do-over
(and over, and over)

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, “Get listed.” Huge list of words, and I managed to use quite a few. Thanks, Fireblossom! Also at my poetic hangout, Poets United. I was too late for dverse Open Mic Night. Drat! Finally, for Trifecta, “survive.”

RE: Life… Finally back among the functional, for the most part. The two in one of this piece are, of course, Amy Before She Knew and Amy After Diagnosis and Realization that her youth was stolen. Both are good people with frenetic days, bad tempers, and other challenges. Many thanks to all who have been sending good wishes during my hiatus. Happy New Year and Peace, Amy