What did I find
in the attic of my heart
where hung webs of memories?
What did I find?
a beautiful smile
left long ago
by my father……
Posted for my prompt Treasure @ Poets United Midweek Motif
Month: March 2018
Color
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
feathers-
What’s there to watch?
Yet
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
Scream
In the mirror
I often meet this woman
bearing a secret scream-
appalling-
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
Money
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
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