which a more poignant memory that he threw me or that i fell into his arms full of glee laughing willing to go again until his limbs grown weary from tossing turned rubber and the fear of missing shown real in his eyes at 3 i could not imagine a world where he would not catch me so i screamed out ‘again’ demanding […]
Tag: Poetry Challenge
clear and present
which a more poignant memory that he threw me or that i fell into his arms full of glee laughing willing to go again until his limbs grown weary from tossing turned rubber and the fear of missing shown real in his eyes at 3 i could not imagine a world where he would not catch me so i screamed out ‘again’ demanding…
a tritina lullaby for mama
wide eyes take up doorways, begging me not to leave it’s not forever i chime but only goodnight near forgiveness, he is unconvinced but for his mother’s kiss this chair a portal and sleep’s sweet lingering kiss rest upon my eyes now panhandlers taking their leave a sleepless slumber my true reprieve on this goodnight…
louisiana long green (a high yielding southern heirloom)
red and yellow, pink and green purple and orange and blue at 3 they sing of rainbows mimicking each verse like a small chorus of sparrows seeking approval, fruit treats doled out delicacies before an early afternoon nap vermillion is a casualty, tossed aside orange the pronounced star of this singular masterpiece, brushed across too much…
drawn out (ballad in b minor with blues guitar)
living hand to mouth though the hand not her own, the suckling mouth of thousands freed by her tenacity and wit called illiterate she moved through night like wind hiding fugitives in swamps covering her tracks with twigs pushing them all to liberty’s keep a woman who became myth lived with heartaches her own husband’s…
showing up (a day late, a dollar short)
have you done this before? his question was innocent his eyes unyielding mask off this pain is all consuming. I mean are you familiar with what to do? have you done ‘this’ before? my head swims with 21 years worth of sorrows names no longer matching the right faces, circumstances now skewed. was it domestic…
Sentinel Sentiment (Joy)
I watch them sleep In these wee hours These me hours I sit and unfold myself Bedside listening to Easy breathing Eyelids flutter Shy smiles dance Upon his lips and I Know the moment I’ve been waiting for He laughs out loud Flipping over I rise More slowly today Returning to my own harbor I…
rainbow hunting 101 (not just for colored girls)
i have been holding my breath holding my hands holding this bill holding it back holding it in while holding it down now at this closing stage this ending phase this last part this new start breathing is no longer a luxury there are full minutes of standing still when you are not…
please stand by…
this old body is just a bit worn down. we’ll be back to regular programming tomorrow.
born late (if you believe in due dates that is)
at 43 weeks gestation she stuffed herself into a taxi in the cold dead of a January morning with the determination and quiet resolve of a newly designated mother after 27 hours of pacing he marveled at the 5 pound newness of her perfect fit in his hands what wonder is this he asked…
fearfree living 