Take pride in helping. Fight for the rights of others. Look beyond yourself. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Pride and Fight.
Red hunk of sweetness. Caterwaul echoes of joy. Mouths covered with juice. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Summer love. Also July Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: caterwaul echoes. I loved the few times we could afford watermelon. We ate it right to the core, trying not to... Continue Reading →
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, June 26, 2019: sun bathing. As a black person, I have always wondered about the efficacy of becoming brown in such a painful way, especially when I see people who look like lobsters afterwards. Basking in the sun. Skin turning brown painfully. Why, is my question?
Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: strange and super. It is a strange thing. A superpower of moms. Love never-ending.
Sitting down, with the grass as my cushion, Enjoying the beauty of the many flowers. Winter's gone, and summer has found its way, And I am gladdened because of summer's power. Summer pulls us out of our self-hibernation, Drawing us with its richness of smells. Barbecue and honeysuckle and just-cut grass Tend to cast among... Continue Reading →
This year is the 50th since I graduated from high school. Deep in my veins, I wonder if attending it might be cool. I promised myself on that faraway graduation day That like mangoes, I would avoid those people in every way. Being bullied daily about my looks caused me so much pain, And made... Continue Reading →
I stood at the water's edge, looking at my reflection. I marveled at that face, for I felt no connection To the woman who looked so very strong to me. I didn't recognize her as someone I knew personally. And I wondered if sometimes in our daily life If the stressors, sufferings, and the pain... Continue Reading →
It's hard to love a mercurial mate, Whose emotions are in a jumbled state. Much energy expended making them glad, Never knowing why they're so mad. Trying to change them doesn't work. They seem to enjoy being jerks. Written for Sammiscribbles #108 from Sammi Cox: a poem or story in 38 words exactly on Mercurial.... Continue Reading →
Laying on the beach, comfortable and free, Smokes, cold beer, sand, a book, and the sun . The guy seemed like he had no real troubles, As if all of his responsibilities had been done. He was enjoying his life to the fullest, and I envied him his ability to let go and just live.... Continue Reading →