norms devoured, I’m
riveted by the mayhem –
tales taller than most
delivered with conviction,
bringing darkness a new birth
We’re using synonyms over at Colleens for Tanka Tuesday..given words are Beginning & Consume. I used Birth & Devour.
It was mid morning on a weekday.
I was working in my garden.
Doing battle, was more like it.
This unruly patch is the only green in this row of yards.
The grape is tangled with the honeysuckle.
Lina’s broom is on a surge for the sun while stiffling the lavendar.
When far away an interrupted cry.
It was the voice of a woman. I could hear the blows landing, and the rebuke with each blow. This, even after she had stopped crying out. A man’s voice, full of rage, blaming her for it all. She refused to give him the satisfaction of crying anymore.
He kept hitting her.
I couldn’t figure out which house this was coming from.
I felt helpless, pissed off and horrified all at once
Then there was a gurgly scream from him
Followed by silence.
For dVerse poets prosery #1, word limit 144 words max and include this line
“…when far away an interrupted cry..”
This prosey contains 140 words..I think.
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A church in Brooklyn.
For Norm’s Thursday Doors
a day very well spent
the rose garden is drenched
in the perfume of the blooms
I am one with the birds,
bees and butterflies
in a nectar drunk funk
For Cee’s Flower of The Day FOTD
FOTD – June 11, 2019 – Peonies
in the shade of the
a sweet scent of summer
For Cee’s Flower of The Day Challenge