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.
Poetry
Drowning
- RDP Tuesday: Tidepools
West Seattle, Washington
My world
is far away from blue waters and blue skies
no laughing tides rush to the shore to kiss my toes
no green trees or fiery orange sunsets
frame the horizon
of my world.
My world is paved with broken concrete, discarded clothes
pools of urine and needles
so many needles
fertilized and tended to lovingly by good intentions
and watered daily with a shower of words
ripped from bumper stickers
that disappear
the minute they crash to the ground.
Seattle, Washington
The Kiss
Putting My Feet in the Dirt July Writing Prompt #2 Her kisses were all that he craved
A slick black serpent’s tongue
lips stained yellow with nicotine
a brittle smile, a jagged smirk
he craved kisses from that mouth
and feasted on every bitter word born there.
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FOWC with Fandango: LURE
Edvard Munch
I don’t get to see
lovely Sunsets at the beach
bursts of color springing up from the flower boxes on my deck
hummingbirds fluttering by my window looking for treats
I don’t get to see
women in clinky silver jewelry and men in squeaky leather sandals
strolling along the lakeshore, making plans to rule the world
but I I am lured to them in paintings and song.
What I get to see
are used needles, discarded socks caked with feces
half eaten meals in vomit covered plastic containers
springing up from the concrete like noxious flowers
What I want to see
is something green, that smells like overripe strawberries
the see that won’t make me sick if I touch it
I want to be a part of that secret world I don’t have the password to.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
open air potty by my back door at work.