here’s to the days
when you looked a person in the eyes,
unblinking till they revealed themselves
when your nose was yours to pick
without shame or explanation
when you wore the cutest dress
with a diaper underneath without consternation
here’s to those days!
Pat R
2/16/20
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.
Pat R
6/12/19
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.
Stop over and do some reading, or even participate here.
This rise of incivility, hate mongering, and inhumane acts have settled in. It’s sowing itself into our fabric. I worry it’s a stain not easily removed.
a complex legacy
inhumane circumstances
normalized for too long
cotton fields
bloom with the DNA
of my ancestors
Pat R
4/22/19
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Rise”. Stop by and do some reading or join in here.
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Though ugly, colorful, tiny with spikey hair
To the little ones they bring no fear
Scattered over the living room floor
As Satuday cartoons invade my snores
In stumle from slumber my feet pay a toll
I’m face to face with those creepy trolls
Pat R
3/25/19
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Troll” for a quadrille..a 44 word poem invented by the members of dVerse Poets Pub. Drop in and have a read or join in. This prompt took me back to when my living roon was a huge play room, day in and day out.
family gathering –
lurking among the spirits
of ancestors
hint of madness
Pat R
1/05/19
Hellish day ends. At the neighborhood haunt, friends are there, relaxing –
The juke box’s playing Nina Simone’s classic
…”spell on you”…
Raphael and Arabella are
dancing in a lazy sway, like strands on a
willow tree – for now.
Theirs – a throw down, dirty love!
Pat R
8/14/18
For dVerse Poets Pub where the host asks us to use the word “Box” in a quadrille, a 44 word poem invented by dVerse Poets Pub.
What the hell
are you doing out in this winter rain
Sitting on that fine branch
Swaying in the breeze –
Ah, morning prayers
Pat R
2/25/18
