Inside,
the bud,
mere tissue paper
(purple, yellow)
cracking through
frozen mud,
demanding
earth to play
on its delicate
terms —
a test,
a lesson
to be tender,
open,
to evolve.
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Caught up on NaPoWriMo! But that was the easy part. What will tomorrow bring?
Go ahead —
wash me,
set my hair,
shave my legs,
powder my skin,
luxuriate me —
You cannot avoid however
bringing the old,
mad woman
to the prom.
Hand raised,
palm forward —
you call us to be blessed.
Eyes knowing,
from the other world —
you see within.
Gold rim of the lampshade
crowning your tussled hair —
your soft presence draws us near.
Blackberry jam
smeared across your lips
(and cheeks) —
all angels beseech you.
Perfect being
with sticky fingers —
bless us.
My first poem for NaPoWriMo (written on April 1, but posted late — just building site today)
Poems from in between 