When I was younger
never made me cry
special contacts – hard and rigid
from the burn
Now I understand,
my eyes – naked and unshielded
how each slice stings
As I grow older,
I chop them – more and more
as if craving
the unbidden emotion
NOTE: For today’s poem, I followed a prompt from Christina Thatcher – Read ‘cutting greens’ by Lucille Clifton. Answer this question: What is on your chopping board? Carrots, watermelon, poverty, sexism?
Image borrowed from simplejacki
Bridge to Nowhere
extend into the void
enveloping the way,
winding and wooden,
layered with snow
beyond range of sight
blankets the steps
of those who dare to tread
NOTE: This poem is inspired by the NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day #4 – write a poem inspired by a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot
a shadow ahead
on the road to your brother’s
blackens road and hill,
remnants of a fire still burn,
destroying our path forward
Note: For today’s poem, I followed a prompt from the Scribophile Non-traditional poetry Group – write a Tanka poem about any subject or moment in time you like.
As the young tree bearing first fruit,
I blossomed and grew
’til my branches felt the weight of ripeness.
As the harvester seeking sweetness,
you found me and tasted
what was barely ready for picking.
With each swelling bud, burst,
bloom, and petal fall
I bore fruit – sweet, tender, green and bruised.
With each taking, you took too much.
With each giving, I lost too much.
Until you wished to taste another…
My tree grew heavy with fruit unpicked,
branches drooped and laden with sorrow,
until you came to harvest once more –
my fruit so full it fell into your waiting hands.
You caught it with the reverence
of one who had been starved.
Yet, as your demands grew greater,
my branches reached higher,
taking my fruit away from your reach.
NOTE: This poem is partially inspired by the NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day #2 – write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice. This poem became more about leaving a bad situation than the potential future though.
Speak to me in color
the dreary blues of your sadness,
the bursting reds of your anger,
and the bright yellows of your joy.
Allow me to listen to your emotions
letting them wash through my cells,
vibrating through my core,
and saturating my senses.
Let us feel each other in the din of silence
where a hush is as loud as a cymbal,
blackness is as bright as the dawn,
and tears are like lifeblood from the soul.
Be in me and I in you.
NOTE: This poem is inspired by the NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day #1 – write a poem inspired by this animated version of “Seductive Fantasy” by Sun Ra and his Arkestra.
It’s time for another year of National/Global Poetry Writing Month! I’ll be joining in with other writer’s attempting to write a poem a day throughout April. Join in the fun if you feel so moved!