“Her eyes are so dark ”
my Grandmother used to say.
” I wonder what goes on behind them when her back is turned, when she thinks lost in thought and I’m looking the other way ”
“Her thoughts are so dark ”
my Father used to say.
‘ I wonder where they come from, where they go when she thinks I’m lost
in thought and I’m looking the other way.”
My eyes are dark
and so are my thoughts
as you know
Grandma and Dad
they followed down into your graves
like so many others
when no one was looking, no one was thinking
and they were looking the other way.
Daily Prompt: Cringe
Sometimes the most important
that we speak,
that we write
the ones hardest
find, to create, to say
when there is a storm
inside of your head
My friend Angie Stutting Marcelynas
wrote this Haiku about my wonderful dog, Hamish Macbeth-
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The crofters son or the beast?
Sometimes, you scare me Anita Marie
I have heard from time to to time
mostly at night
just after the Sun has died
for the day.
And I have said
always at night
when the Sun is dead and gone:
” I scare myself all of the time,
always at night, when the morning is far and the Devils have come out to play.”
to where the darkness falls
wrapped in nothingness
inside of an unmarked tomb.
I wanted to capture the light like colored glass
twinkling like stars from a sea of concrete
baking under the Sun, shining back up at the sky.
I wanted to capture the light and shine
from the shadows where I live.
Daily Post: Glitter
In his dreams
she is young and wild
her hair is dark, her body firm
she smells like too much wine and too much perfume and last night’s lover
who dressed in leather pants and purple paisley shirt.
A spectacular ruin, she used to call herself all of those years ago.
When he wakes he turns to her
and she to him
and she pushes her thinning hair away from
her cloudy aged eyes
with spotted hands and hard yellow nicotine stained nails
and he closes his eyes, grits his teeth
and makes himself dream.
Daily Prompt: Lush