RDP Tuesday: DIVERTICULITIS
Clean, pure, shiny
I always wanted to be a white girl
any white girl
because I thought they were all
better then me, prettier then me, sexier then me, smarter then me.
That’s what the pictures in the magazines said.
I still feel that way and when I catch those feelings bubbling to the
surface of my skin
I try to tell myself it will be okay
but I know I am lying.
In my eyes, I will never be clean, pure, shiny- or white
like the goddesses in the magazines are.
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
Edvard Munch
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 Tuesday: BRONCHIOLE
A breath
a prayer, an invitation
carried to a sleeping heart
resting in an dark and empty cave
will it wake up?
At dawn, it will
and sleeping eyes will turn from the west and open wide.
