Putting My Feet in the Dirt Prompt#2 Lavender Lullabies
( As a sidenote- my Cat Wolfgang is buried under a bed of Lavender- not the one in the photo though. )
Photo A.M. Moscoso
His bones are sleeping
under a bed of lavender in my garden
and every morning the bees sing to him
and every night
the birds call out sleep tight to him
and when it rains or it snows and
his bed of lavender turns cold
I open the door and call for him to come in
but he is asleep and he doesn’t wake up.
One day, I think he will.
Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#1- STRAWBERRY KISSES
Wine soaked kisses belong to the Spring
to false winters and ersatz Summers
Spring kisses are promised kisses
and promises are fragile and easily broken.
But Strawberrry kisses
are full and sweet
in the Summer and Autumn when the Sun is pale
and the air is dusty and tired
Strawberry kisses are Vampire kisses
they take what they need
and offer so little in return
and their victims don’t even care.
RDP Monday: FILTER
Rene Magritte Original Title: Le survivant
There is a painting
hanging on a wall
of a bleeding rifle
in an empty hall.
The painting is bathed in
a golden light
painted flowers are blooming
just in the rifle’s sights.
One woman said this is a patriots tale
this gun belonged to a hero
home from war
but I don’t think this is a Patriot’s Tale.
I think it’s obvious who came home
whose story this is
who came came through the door
who the flowers are for and why no one else is there-
Celebrating the Survivor