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Friday Poetry: Transfusion

TRANSFUSION

by Jessica E. Thomas, May 2015

How can I write words
with no pulse?
Blank lines on a prosaic path
to nowhere.
But you don’t
depend
on a stilled hand.

You speak
in spite of me.
Words poured from you,
written in blood.
You’re the voice
that rose Adam up
from dust.
You make rivers run red.

My heart
pumps a dull tome
life beats
drop after drop
siphoned from me.
But you don’t
depend
on a rebellious woman.

You speak
in spite of me.
Words poured from you,
written in blood.
You’re the voice
that rose Adam up
from dust.
You make rivers run red.

You could have left me for dead.
Instead,
You paid
for my transfusion–
an infusion of your Spirit
and now I live.

You speak
in spite of me.
Words poured from you,
written in blood.
You’re the voice
that rose Adam up
from dust.
You make rivers run red.
You turn stone to bread.
You part the waters
and raise the dead.
You were
and
You are
and
You will
Speak.

About the Author

Jessica E. Thomas graduated summa cum laude with Academic Honors in Writing from Ball State University, receiving a Bachelor of Science in English and a Minor in Creative Writing. She began her professional career in marketing at a large Indianapolis law firm. Since transitioning to Information Technology in 2001, she has worked in the pharmaceutical, student loan, and finance industries as a computer programmer, systems analyst, Web developer, and technical writer. She has authored two novels, three novellas, a poetry collection, a short story collection, and a children’s book.