CRUMPLED, GRAVELED, PARTICIPATE, GHETTO, COLORLESS, WINDWARD, TAPESTRY, SCRUNCH, MUTUAL, ASHES
...the graveled road from head to heart"
Newly HumanWindward was the way she said it.
Standing there, on the graveled road that leads from my head to her heart,
looking up at the puckering, ghetto moon, she described
our mutual attraction and circumstnace as the natural outcome of two
people gritting their teeth, their faces leaning out,
like a masthead to the gale of emotions that are nameless, colorless,
and newly wakened.
The cartography of our comings and goings,
Once laid out, crisp, perfectly accessible, a tapestry of maneuvering
and negotiations, rote phrases and routine interactions,
Crumpled in the wind, fell like ashes on the tops of my shoes. In your hair.
And so we are windward. Newly human.
Alrighty! Go write something of your own using the words mentioned above, and then link up and link back to Dodge Writes!
Very nice Laura !
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JL&B
Thanks, DL! The poem was a lot of fun to write, and I found that just that little bit of guidance (the word prompts) made it easier and more interesting! Always a fan of prompts! Glad I found your site!
ReplyDeleteLove this, you did a great job with those words..coming to you via, Jl...Susie
ReplyDeleteI really love the last line. That's my favorite part.
ReplyDeleteAww, thank you so much, all of you!
ReplyDeleteLove your take on this! How fun!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is great!! :) I haven't written any poetry in years *waily* I will have to give this a shot! :)
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