I watch the mother crow

feed its babies (one even might be a cuckoo kid, who knows),

jostling in a nest (if you could call that a nest-

with all those whatever prodding out,

hmmm….totally unlovely home décor-

I once discovered a spoon in a broken crow-nest,

thief-y bird!!)

she is very much plain, you know

to the extent of unsightly-

sporting grey, white and black


What’s there to watch?


isn’t it godly to see love pouring out

in the shape of a worm or whatever

(purely putrid to us)

tenderly put

into a trembling pink tunnel

that spirals down

where lives perpetual hunger-

from a mother

whatever color she has

whatever shape

whatever class?


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif  Colour / Color @ Poets United




In the mirror

I often meet this woman

bearing a secret scream-


to do that-

yet she’s bearing-

her sweetness is a heavy sigh-

her words….masks-

she stands there in the mirror-

indifferent to the world-

her every cell’s lit up, burning-

scream gyrating-

throat, lips tightly closed

and she’s bearing-


Posted for my prompt Scream @ Poets United Midweek Motif



It’s a little room of your own

that shelters you or gives you company

in time of stress-

It’s a close friend

who is yet to traverse

on the path of waywardness-

it’s this much; no more no less-

you’ll be lost in a palace-

rooms after rooms

will consume you like fire-

camaraderie of a wild kind

will land you

in the shore of the soulless-

even as meager an amount

of thirty pieces of silver

sent someone to the abyss once…..


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Money @ Poets United