Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing cancer's wings, latonia valincia, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Cancer’s Wings
There is this foul congress, a gathering of doctors
whispering about mama’s condition— don’t utter the “C” word
or say it aloud—cancer
carrying on its wings more crosses to build; blood clots
have travelled up mama’s leg splitting in twos to her lungs
and cancer is the subtext; and chemo has to wait for Coumadin
to labor like our laughter about memories stored-up in basins
of dirty water—mapping the miles that juxtapose where mama is
and where I type. Words are my habitual comfort
phone calls crumbs that don’t satisfy my need to see her eyes
airplane tickets— I can’t afford to buy another one. Gas priced
above my head and I’m chaired to a city I’ve never loved
mama’s hands too far to rub; gray strands holding to
her aging scalp I can’t braid; my son prays
I write, breathe and remember coffee cups and
mama’s contagious love for fresh white bread
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing jane sellman, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, random shoe, yay poems!
Random Shoe
A random shoe on the file cabinet
resting on its heel
stiletto actually
awaiting
the return of its owner
or at least its perfect mate.
forgotten in the midst
of a holiday soiree
AAAAAA—as is the elegant woman who hopped away in the night
it remains months later
waiting to be filed under “Heels, High”
or become a work of found art.
In my imagination, I see the docent, in sensible shoes,
pointing to it.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Dayna Carpenter, murphy's welcome, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Murphy’s Welcome
caramel colored
puppy paws,
milk chocolate eyes,
rough-tongued kisses,
a strong toothy grip
and wagging tail,
he welcomes us home.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Avelino Maestas, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, Porch, yay poems!
Porch
Swollen veins, coursing with arsenic
Corrosive blood seeping from every wound
At once protecting and decaying before evaporating in the sun
With socks of iron and shoes of concrete
you rise to new heights. Not a chameleon,
still your form is a mimic, a skeletal Xerox
Pine, melded with steel and sweat
How many years until the elements take their toll?
How long before you too lie on the lawn, decrepit
Like the one you replaced?
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Erika Ferrin, Meat Dreams, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, yay poems!
Meat Dreams
In the melancholy darkness I dream of you.
Squared sides, brown as wind-blown hay
Dense like compact earth, but more savory
You are complicated, always testing the limits of my sanity
I dream of you.
O, meatloaf.
Let me know your secrets.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing national poetry month, On this Day, poetry out of nothing challenge, Tega Akpoyigo, yay poems!
On this Day
She likes me. Yes she does. How do
I know? She showed me. It was
today when we had that talk. She
said I was a sweet girl. I had
thought that she would just go ahead an
say something nasty just the way the
others would. She was fair and true
for a moment I thought she was mother, then I
wished she was mother. Some conversations
you have with a whole lot
to take with you.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing michelle jordan, national poetry month, poetry out of nothing challenge, stink bugs, yay poems!
Stink bugs
Midnight.
The cat comes to bed
Bearing olfactory badges
of battles waged.
She pushes
her face against mine
proudly sharing
a vaguely cilantro-scented head.
Apr 28
MeredithPoetry, Writing Golden Hair, Kiana Harvey, national poetry month, Poetry out, yay poems!
Golden Hair
My golden streaks
sparkles in the sun’s romance
as it tickles the back of my neck
brightens my buttery complexion
and curves my stern face
exposing the reflection of my hair
oh how I love it
the bangs boarders my
African, oval shaped eyes.
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